“I guess it's all right,” Bill answered in his colorless tone. Luck, being extremely sensitive to tones, cocked an eye up at Bill before he deliberately peeled, from the roll he drew from his pocket, enough twenty dollar notes to equal the number of weeks Bill had worked for him. “And that's paying you darned good money for apprentice work,” he informed him drily, a little hurt by Bill's lack of appreciation. For when you take a man from the streets because he is broke and hungry and homeless, and feed him and give him work and clothes and three meals a day and a warm bed to sleep in, if you are a normal human being you are going to expect a little gratitude from that man; Luck had a flash of disappointment when he saw how indifferently Bill Holmes took those twenties and counted them before shoving them into his pocket. His own voice was more crisply businesslike when he spoke again. “Annie-Many-Ponies back yet? She's not in on the split either. I'm paying her ten a week besides her board. That's good money for a squaw.” He counted out the amount in ten dollar bills and snapped a rubber band around them. “Now here is the profit, boys, on your winter's work. Applehead comes in with the use of his ranch and stock and wagons and so on. Here, pard--how does this look to you?” His own pleasure in what he was doing warmed from Luck's voice all the chill that Bill Holmes had sent into it. He smiled his contagious smile and peeled off fifty dollar banknotes until Applehead's eyes popped. “Oh, don't give me so dang much!” he gulped nervously when Luck had counted out for him the amount he had jotted down opposite his name. “That there's moren the hul dang ranch is worth if I was t' deed it over to yuh, Luck! I ain't goin' to take--” “You shut up,” Luck commanded him affectionately. “That's yours--now, close your face and let me get this thing wound up. Now--WILL you quit your arguing, or shall I throw you out the window?” “Well, now, I calc'late you'd have a right busy time throwin' ME out the window,” Applehead boasted, and backed into a corner to digest this astonishing turn of events. One by one, as their names stood upon his list, Luck called the boys forward and with exaggerated deliberation peeled off fifty-dollar notes and one-hundred-dollar notes to take their breath and speech from them.