“No,” said Kate, “and I want to give you back one I have—Provine. He is insubordinate. Deal with him hard.”
Arnold nodded.
“Was the last shipment O.K.?” asked Kate. “Have I done well, my master?”
She smiled jestingly, but the title was true in every sense of the word.
“Exceedingly,” he answered, “the shipment was prime and we cleaned up on it. In my grips there are several little trinkets for you, bought with some of the surplus. I commend you.”
He reached for her hand and the woman flushed with pleasure.
“This new shipment,” she said, “can you trust your agent to float it?”
“Absolutely, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“It goes out in a few days—as soon as the hue-and-cry dies down a bit. There is plenty of feed in Rainbow’s Pot to hold the herd several weeks, if need be, but I like to get clear as quick as possible.”
“Good work. You’re a clever girl, Kate. We’re making money fast. One thing more—have you succeeded in getting hold of the big feeding flats on the river?”