“Steen, do you know what kind of fish yuh could catch, if yuh used about thirty thousand sheep for bait?”
The foreman looked up at him blankly.
“I dunno what yuh mean, boss.”
“I didn’t think yuh did, Steen. You ain’t that kind.”
He turned to Mac.
“Think you could find that old Morgan place again, Mac?”
“Yeah.”
“All right. We’re going down there tonight.”
“Better not,” advised Steen. “They’ve plugged all the holes, and yuh might run into some hot lead.”
“We’re goin’ down,” said King firmly.