Whenever that's done, which should be about evening, we shoot the chunk.

And after that we hit the bottom with every scraper and fresno and horse and man, with the cooks fighting the coffee-boilers, and never come out of the ditch till the last lump of dirt is moved.
That's the programme.

I figure it will be about midnight when the last card's turned, maybe an hour or so after.

I promised the men double wages and a box of cigars apiece out of the store and a few other things perhaps--I don't remember.

So you get your sleep, for there's a big day ahead to-morrow.