"Very considerate!" remarked Mr. Blaisdell sarcastically, "you know I would come to the mines myself, anyway, and could give directions there just as well as here. Get ready to go down there with me, I'm going in a few minutes." Going over to Houston's desk, he glanced hastily over the books, gave some instructions, and saying that he wished to see him later, went out to join Morgan. "Morgan, how did you get that eye?" he asked again. "Oh, Houston and I had a little set-to the other day, and he hit me pretty hard, that's all." "What was it about?" demanded Mr. Blaisdell. "Nothing much," answered Morgan, carelessly, "we had some words about that girl of Maverick's; I guess he's a little stuck on her himself, and was afraid I'd be in his way, or something of the kind; I got mad and hit him, or tried to, and he gave me a knock-out." "I was going to say that he doesn't look as though you had hit him very hard," remarked Mr. Blaisdell dryly, and then continued, "Well, I don't see the use of coming to blows over Maverick's girl, or any other for that matter, they're not so scarce as all that. Jim's girl has got a pretty face, but she isn't worth fighting about, that I can see." There were reasons for Mr. Blaisdell's superior indifference to Lyle's attractions, as she had been compelled more than once, in a most emphatic manner, to check attempts at undue familiarity on his part, notwithstanding the fact that he was a much-married man, living with his third wife, his table surrounded with "olive plants"--fifteen in number--of all sizes and descriptions, and regarded in the bosom of his family as a model husband and father. Late in the afternoon, Mr. Blaisdell returned to the office, looking very weary and somewhat worried. Morgan remained at the mines the rest of the day. Mr. Blaisdell went over the books with Houston, and after expressing considerable satisfaction at the work which he had accomplished, he sat down by himself, and seemed lost in thought for some time. At last he said: "Mr. Houston, I've been thinking for some time that we need a little extra help in the office at Silver City, and yet not enough that it has seemed advisable to employ another bookkeeper. Our books there are getting behind, and a little mixed, too, I'm afraid. Mr. Lewis, our bookkeeper, is quite an old man, and he has charge of two or three sets of books for the different companies, and it is not to be wondered at if he occasionally gets a little confused; and it occurred to me while sitting here, that perhaps you might be willing to come down, for a day or two, and straighten out the books for us." Houston seemed for a moment to be weighing the matter very deliberately. "Of course I could do it," he replied, "but it would involve considerable extra time and expense for me, and I would want extra compensation."