Tom Orkney and Mr. Kane were in consultation in a corner. When the foreman moved off, Sam joined Orkney.
“The boys are unanimously for tramping down to the settlements,” said he.
“I know. The boss told me how you felt,” Tom answered.
“Seems wisest. Grub’s short here, and the trip will be easy. Lon can come out when he’s ready. Most likely my father will pick him up.”
“Yes.”
There was a pause, not free from embarrassment.
“I—I hope you’ve been thinking things over,” Sam ventured. “You said you would, you know.”
“I have thought them over,” said Orkney stolidly.
“You’ll come with us?”
Orkney hesitated. “I—I—well, I’ve laid the facts before Mr. Kane. And he—he’s a mighty square man, Parker!”