He could scarcely keep the tears back, as he thought of the happy time in camp that had been planned, of the snug tent where he was to have slept with Doctor Joe, and of his own warm bed at home, and he wondered whether he would ever see The Jug again.
"The boss'll be sore at us, Hank, if we ain't back to camp to-morrow," remarked Bill presently, breaking the silence.

"He can be sore though if he wants to.

He can't fire us fellers for bein' away even if he does get sore and cuss us out.

He needs us bad, and he can't get any more men now.

I don't mind his cussin'.