"Oh, I come from up no'th a ways; but I ain't ever made your business mine. I never saw your outfit until twenty minutes ago--but I've seen other outfits." "Can you handle cattle?" sez he. "Yes," sez I--"and men." "Well, I think you can join us," sez he, kind o' slow. "The cattle don't seem to be as gentle as they did when we started. I think it is because we are short handed and have to be a little too rough with them." I didn't answer. "Well, do you want the job?" sez he. "Who's the foreman?" sez I. "I am in charge," he answers stiff like. "You're the owner, I know, but who's in charge o' the men?" "I take full supervision," sez he. "I don't want the job," sez I. "All right," he snaps, "I don't recall havin' sent for you." "No offense," sez I, "but up my way it's generally polite to inquire about the appetite. If any one was to ask me, I'd say I was hungry. If any one was to urge me, I'd be obliged to meet up with a little food." I looked him gently in the eyes. He dropped his an' looked put out. "Tell you the truth, I'm havin' a dog's time of it with my cook. He's gone to bed an' I don't think there's a thing to eat." "What'll the night riders do?" I asked. "Oh, they'll raise Cain as usual, but that's all the good it'll do 'em." "That ain't all they'll do," sez I. "Chances are they'll take it out on the cattle, an' they may--they may even go so far as to get the cattle to cut up until the day shift has to turn out an' help quiet 'em." "Is that the reason?" he asked, his face lightin' up. "I don't know for sure, but that's my first guess," sez I. He looked down at his feet an' I looked him over. He was a nice lookin', well built boy, but he was up against it for about the first time, an' I saw his finish. "I would take the job o' foreman," I sez. "I hire you--ten a month advance over regular wages, an' you to begin to-morrow." "No," sez I, "me to begin to-night--with supper." "All right," sez he, laughin', "help yourself."