Shorty sank back again on the bunk and turned his broad back on the crowd.
"Don't nobody wake me for chuck," he warned them.

"I've just finished cramming a month into four days and I got a night off coming." Instantly his snoring began but it was some moments before anyone spoke.
Then it was Little Joe in his solemn bass voice.
"Sounds man-sized," he declared.

"Wears a bullet for a watch-fob, busts hosses for fun, sleeps one day a week, and don't work under a boss.
Hervey, you'll have to put on kid gloves when you talk to that Perris, eh?
Hey, where you going ?" "He's going out to think it over!" chuckled another.

"He needs air, and I don't blame him.

Just as soon be foreman over a wildcat as over a gent like Perris.