Up goes his hand, the way they do. I thought to myself that that
was a kind of unnecessary display. I looks up and there he was, more
like a tree than ever. In fact, I says to myself--it's queer how you
think things at times like that--darned if they won't think the darned
fool is a tree, for nothin' but a darned tree would stand up in the
flare light and look so much like a tree anyhow. I guess that's what
saved him. He never moved until he was done, and then didn't he stay
with us pioneers after the rest had gone until we filled up. Say, he's
all right."
"You bet he's all right," said Sergeant Mackay, "and he's gettin' in his
work with the boys."
"What do you mean, 'gettin' in his work'?" enquired the pioneer
sergeant.
"Oh, well, you know," said Sergeant Mackay awkwardly, "he's makin' 'em
think a lot different about things. I know he has 'em tied up all right
in their language." And this was as near to a confession of faith as the
sergeant cared to go.
"Oh, I can see a difference myself up the line," said the pioneer
sergeant.
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