"How long do you want to think about it?" Jeff demanded, ignoring the possible wishes of Cynthia and Frank.
"I guess I could let you know by night."
"All right," said Jeff.
He was turning away, when Whitwell remarked:
"I don't know as I should want to stay without I could have somebody I could depend on, with me, to look after the hosses. Frank wouldn't want to."
"Who'd you like?"
"Well—Jombateeste."
"Ask him."
Whitwell called to the Canuck, and he came forward to the edge of the mow, and stood, fork in hand, looking down.
"Want to stay here this winter and look after the horses, Jombateeste?"
Whitwell asked.