at four o’clock in the morning and you’ll get three dollers a week and your board. Not bad, eh?”
“Is that all?” asked Stanley, now thoroughly discouraged.
Bub misunderstood him and laughed merrily. “I don’t wonder you think it is a cinch. I started in there at only two dollers a week, but I didn’t have anyone to speak for me. I pulled your oar in great shape, my son. Besides helping the cook you’ll have to carry water to the men, build the fires and so on. If you have any spare time you’ll be sent to help with the bosses, of course.”
“I didn’t know anyone ever worked for three dollars,” sighed Stanley.
“You didn’t expect Wilson’s place right off the reel, did you?” drawled Bub.
“No; but this kitchen work—what do I have to do?”
“Come up to my room, or rather our room, for you’ll bunk with me, and I’ll tell you,” said Bub, leading the way.
Bub’s room was in the middle boarding house and was not a large one. Still the owner seemed proud of it and pointing at the one chair and a small pine table, the latter covered With writing material and some old magazines, ex-
