Now show me some work. Me
trunk was checked t'roo and I ain't nuttin' on me mind but me job."
"Well, you had better spend the rest of the afternoon in cleaning up
a bit," suggested Ned. "Here's five dollars in advance. Report
early in the morning."
"Tank's, boss," said Gus, the tramp. But he took the bill slowly.
"But, you can't spend it on beer and whisky and work for us," added
Ned.
Gus shifted uneasily.
"You'd better have a bath and a shave. And if you need clothes and
can get them here," continued Ned, "I'll advance more to-morrow--if
you show up all right."
"I kin work widdout a shave," the man said, "ain't der nuttin' doin'
to-day?"
Assured that to-morrow was when he was wanted the tramp slowly and
apparently reluctantly turned and slouched away toward the stores.
"What do you make of him, Ned?" asked Alan as the two toys resumed
work.
"Too slangy, I think," commented Ned.
But the final stowing of the acid soon drove the tramp from the
minds of the boys.
When the young aeronauts finally closed the corral and returned to
the car, the sun a great red ball, was just dropping behind the
serrated mountains of the western horizon.
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