"And McCoy thought it wouldn't work?"
"Yes."
"Neither do I."
"Why not?"
Dickie knew the question was coming and was already prepared to give her reasons.
"When a man works for you," she explained, "he wants his money every Saturday night. He's earned it and he should have it. He may leave the minute it's in his fingers and hit the grit again. But he's worked a week at least and that's something. If he thinks you're holding out on him to get him to stick, he wouldn't even start."
"That is what McCoy said. But you are both wrong. The men I am figuring on hiring will stick. That is why I am hiring them."
"Don't think much of a bunch like that," Dickie commented. "A man that can't get a job to-day is a bum. And the fellow doesn't live that ever gets through knocking around. That is if he's a real man."
"You're wrong again," Gregory contradicted. "They are eighteen-carat men. I've tried them out already. I know."
"Where?"