The farm hand, a fellow named Dan Murdock, stamped over to the door and threw it open.
"What do you want ?" he asked surlily.

The loss of his money had made him ill-tempered.
"Why, hello, Murdock!" cried Sam.

"I didn't know you lived here." "Oh, so it's you, Rover," answered the farm hand.

He remembered that he had once given Sam a ride and had been well paid for it.

"Caught in the hailstorm ?" he went on, a bit more pleasantly.
"Yes.