Mickey could have figured to within ten cents of what was
left of one of Junior's dollars; but as the cure did not really begin
until the money disappeared, the quicker it went the better. As he ate his
sandwich and drank his milk, he watched Junior making a dinner of meat,
potatoes, pie and ice-cream, and made a mental estimate of the remains of
the other dollar. As a basis for a later "I told you so," he remonstrated,
and pointed out the fact that there were hundreds of unemployed men of
strength, skilled artisans with families to support, looking for work that
minute.
"I know your dad signed up that contract with Jud Jason," he said, "'cause
I saw him, and that means that he's got no use for you for three months;
so you must take care of yourself for that long at least, if you got any
ginger in you. Of course," explained Mickey, "I know that most city men
think country boys won't stick, and are big cowards, but I'm expecting you
to show them just where they are mistaken. I know you're not lazy, and I
know you got as much sand and grit as any city boy, but you must _prove
it_ to the rest of them.
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