Or, why didn't you say something to me, when we were talking
back there on the Divide?"
"Why, you see," explained the other lamely, "I didn't exactly want to
work on the Cross-Triangle, or anywhere."
"But you told Uncle Will that you wanted to work here, and you were on
your way when I met you."
"Yes, I know, but you see--oh, hang it all, Mr. Acton, haven't you ever
wanted to do something that you didn't want to do? Haven't you ever been
caught in a corner that you were simply forced to get out of when you
didn't like the only way that would get you out? I don't mean anything
criminal," he added, with a short laugh.
"Yes, I have," returned the other seriously, "and if you don't mind
there's no handle to my name. Around here I'm just plain Phil, Mr.
Patches."
"Thanks. Neither does Patches need decorating."
"And now, one more," said Phil, with his winning smile. "Why in the
name of all the obstinate fools that roam at large did you walk out here
when you must have had plenty of chances to ride?"
"Well, you see," said Patches slowly, "I fear I can't explain, but it
was just a part of my job."
"Your job! But you didn't have any job until this afternoon.
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