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"
You
mean
you
are
quitting
!
"
For
a
moment
it
was
on
Scarlett
's
hot
tongue
to
cry
:
"
Go
and
good
riddance
!
"
but
the
cool
hand
of
caution
stopped
her
.
If
Johnnie
should
quit
,
what
would
she
do
?
He
had
been
doubling
the
amount
of
lumber
Hugh
turned
out
.
And
just
now
she
had
a
big
order
,
the
biggest
she
had
ever
had
and
a
rush
order
at
that
.
She
had
to
get
that
lumber
into
Atlanta
.
If
Johnnie
quit
,
whom
would
she
get
to
take
over
the
mill
?
"
Yes
,
I
'm
quitting
.
You
put
me
in
complete
charge
here
and
you
told
me
that
all
you
expected
of
me
was
as
much
lumber
as
I
could
possibly
get
out
.
You
did
n't
tell
me
how
to
run
my
business
then
and
I
'm
not
aiming
to
have
you
start
now
.
How
I
get
the
lumber
out
is
no
affair
of
yours
.
You
ca
n't
complain
that
I
've
fallen
down
on
my
bargain
.
I
've
made
money
for
you
and
I
've
earned
my
salary
--
and
what
I
could
pick
up
on
the
side
,
too
.
And
here
you
come
out
here
,
interfering
,
asking
questions
and
breaking
my
authority
in
front
of
the
men
.
How
can
you
expect
me
to
keep
discipline
after
this
?
What
if
the
men
do
get
an
occasional
lick
?
The
lazy
scum
deserve
worse
.
What
if
they
ai
n't
fed
up
and
pampered
?
They
do
n't
deserve
nothing
better
.
Either
you
tend
to
your
business
and
let
me
tend
to
mine
or
I
quit
tonight
.
"
His
hard
little
face
looked
flintier
than
ever
and
Scarlett
was
in
a
quandary
.
If
he
quit
tonight
,
what
would
she
do
?
She
could
n't
stay
here
all
night
guarding
the
convicts
!
Something
of
her
dilemma
showed
in
her
eyes
for
Johnnie
's
expression
changed
subtly
and
some
of
the
hardness
went
out
of
his
face
.
There
was
an
easy
agreeable
note
in
his
voice
when
he
spoke
.
"
It
's
getting
late
,
Mrs.
Kennedy
,
and
you
'd
better
be
getting
on
home
.
We
ai
n't
going
to
fall
out
over
a
little
thing
like
this
,
are
we
?
S'pose
you
take
ten
dollars
out
of
my
next
month
's
wages
and
let
's
call
it
square
.
"
Scarlett
's
eyes
went
unwillingly
to
the
miserable
group
gnawing
on
the
ham
and
she
thought
of
the
sick
man
lying
in
the
windy
shack
.
She
ought
to
get
rid
of
Johnnie
Gallegher
.
He
was
a
thief
and
a
brutal
man
.
There
was
no
telling
what
he
did
to
the
convicts
when
she
was
n't
there
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
he
was
smart
and
,
God
knows
,
she
needed
a
smart
man
.
Well
,
she
could
n't
part
with
him
now
.
He
was
making
money
for
her
.
She
'd
just
have
to
see
to
it
that
the
convicts
got
their
proper
rations
in
the
future
.
"
I
'll
take
twenty
dollars
out
of
your
wages
,
"
she
said
shortly
,
"
and
I
'll
be
back
and
discuss
the
matter
further
in
the
morning
.
"
