"That new supe at the Rainbow is getting pretty fly." He apparently addressed Pierre. Pierre bowed, in smiling acquiescence. "Our little game is going to come to an end pretty soon, too." "To what li'l game you refer?" Pierre inquired, blandly. Pierre did not mind talking frankly with one; with two he weighed his words. Morrison made an impatient gesture. "You know. I told you about the old man's getting back that ore." Pierre rubbed his hands softly. "Meestaire Firmstone, he's smooth stuff, ver' smooth stuff." "He's getting too smooth," interrupted Luna. "I don't mind a supe's looking out for his company. That's what he's paid for. But when he begins putting up games on the men, that's another matter, and I don't propose to stand it. Not for my part." "He's not bin populaire wiz ze boy?" inquired Pierre. "No." Pierre chuckled softly. "He keeps too much ze glass-eye on ze plate, on ze stamp, heh?" "That's not all." "No," Pierre continued; "he mek ze sample; he mek ze assay, hall ze time." "That's not all, either. He----" "A--a--ah! He bin mek ze viseete in ze mill in ze night, all hour, any hour. Ze boy can't sleep, bin keep awake, bin keep ze han'--" Pierre winked knowingly, making a scoop with his hand, and thrusting it into his pocket. Luna grinned. "At ze mine ze boy get two stick powdaire, four candle, all day, eh? No take ten, fifteen stick, ten, fifteen candle, use two, four, sell ze res'?" Pierre again winked smilingly. "You're sizing it up all right." "_Bien!_ I tol' you. Ze hol' man, he's bin hall right. I tol' you look out. Bimeby I tol' you again. Goslow. Da's hall." Morrison was getting impatient. "What's the use of barking our shins, climbing for last year's birds' nests? The facts are just as I told you. The old man's getting too fly. The boys are getting tired of it. The question is, how are we going to stop him? If we can't stop him can we get rid of him?" "I can tell you one way to stop him, and get rid of him at the same time," Luna broke in. "How is that?" asked Morrison. "Cut the cable when he goes up on the tram." "Will you take the job?" Morrison asked, sarcastically. Luna's enthusiasm waned under the question. "Such things have happened." "Some odder tings also happens." Pierre slipped an imaginary rope around his neck. Morrison passed the remark and started in on a line of his own. "I've been telling Luna and some of the other boys what I think. I don't mind their making a little on the side. It's no more than they deserve, and the company can stand it. It doesn't amount to much, anyway. But what I do kick about is this everlasting spying around all the time. It's enough to make a thief out of an honest man. If you put a man on his honour, he isn't going to sleep on shift, even if the supe doesn't come in on him, every hour of the night. Anyway, a supe ought to know when a man does a day's work. Isn't that so?" He looked at Luna. "That's right, every time."