I imagine you're right, for you've been right in everything so far.

So arrange with Mr.Fulsbee for whatever you think may be needed." "Thank you, sir," murmured Tom.

Then he signaled Fulsbee to get out of the tent, and followed that new official.
"Never hang around, Dave, after you've got what you want," chuckled Tom.

"Hello, Mr.Sheriff! This is just a line to tell you that Fulsbee has a steady job with the company, and that he'll need the services of at least forty men, all of whom must be voters in this county.

The pay will be seventy-five a month and keep, with extra allowance for horses." Sheriff Grease didn't look much more pleasant than he felt.
"Are you homeward bound---when you go ?" continued Reade.
The sheriff nodded.
"Then you might spread the word that men are needed, and tell the best men to apply to Dave Fulsbee, at this camp," suggested Tom.