We _shall_!" "I like your spirit, at any rate, and I've a notion that you're going to win through," remarked the assistant.
"You try out a lot of men here, don't you ?" asked Harry.
"A good many," assented Blaisdell.
"From what I heard at table," Hazelton continued, "Mr.Thurston drops a good many of the new men after trying them." "He doesn't drop any man that he doesn't have to drop," returned Blaisdell.

"Tim Thurston wants every competent man that he can get here.

Let me see-----" Blaisdell did some silent counting on his fingers.

Then he went on: "In the last eleven weeks, Thurston has dropped just sixteen new men." "Whew!" gasped Harry, casting a sidelong glance at his shoes, with visions of a coming walk at least as far back as Denver or Pueblo.
"Mr.Thurston isn't going to drop us," Tom declared.

"Mr.Blaisdell, Hazelton and I are here and we're going to hang on if we have to do it with our teeth.