by an intimacy of inference between the lines which makes
such discourse almost foreign to uninitiated ears. But Garry's answer
was not in kind. Steve was caught so far off his guard by the question
which came flinging back at him that he was glad Garry had not turned.

"What else is there I could do?"

No man save one who was very, very tired could have spoken in such a
tone; no man except one who has tried himself in the highest of
courts--his own opinion of himself--could have put such a degree of
contempt into so simple a query.

"Why--why----" Steve faltered, and then he took command of his own wits
again. "There's work enough, don't doubt that," he exclaimed, and
laughed a little. "Joe, here, will be another week or ten days
finishing with the fill up yonder; he'll do well if he manages it by
then, and that too with every available hand we have. I don't want to
rob him of a single man, if I can help it, but I've got to go ahead
with the line to the south. To put it concretely, I'm in need of a
rodman. Do you think you'd care to oblige?"

Again the hint of banter persisted, but Garry's jaw was tight when he
faced suddenly around.

"I will!" he flashed back, hoarsely. "I will, if it's a man's job.
But I'm done with filling a dinky pad with rows of figures, all day
long. I'm finished with this damned tallying of cans of beans and soap
and yards of rope! Do you understand? What _work_ would I have to do?"

Out of the corners of his eyes Steve saw consternation o'erspread Fat
Joe's face. His own was only amused.

"You'll have to swing an axe," he enumerated slowly, "and you'll have
to lug a rod and tripod. You'll wade through bog and fight your way
through underbrush. And then, for variety, swing an axe some more. If
you've never learned yet what it is to be really tired, Garry; if
you've never known what it is to go to bed wishing morning would never
come, you'll find out what that's like, too."

As soon as it was spoken Steve recognized the slip. Watching Garry's
eyes widen he knew that Garry had caught it also. For a moment a
torrent of words trembled on the latter's lips. And then he swallowed
and nodded shortly. The vague dreariness of his acceptance was fully
as electrical as the threatened outburst might have been.

"I'll try it," he said, very simply. "I'll have a try at it,
to-morrow."

And he pivoted on his heel and passed out.

Some minutes after he had gone Fat Joe, still a