"He looks a decent young fellow enough; I suppeose he'll do to try," Saulisbury said at last, with cool indifference. "I'll use him, Majah."
"By Heaven, you won't!" Arthur burst out. "I wouldn't work for you at any price."
He turned on his heel and rushed out.
He heard the Major calling to him as he went down the stairs, but refused to turn back. The tears of impotent rage filled his eyes, his fists strained together, and the curses pushed slowly from his lips. He wished he had leaped upon his insulter where he sat—the smooth, smiling hound!
He was dizzy with rage. For the first time in his life he had been trampled upon, and could not, at least he had not, struck his assailant.
As he stood on the street-corner thinking of these things and waiting for the mist of rage to pass from his eyes, he felt a hand on his arm, and turned to Major Thayer, standing by his side.
"Look here, Ramsey, you mustn't mind Sam. He's an infernal Englishman, and can't understand our way of meeting men. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Arthur looked down at him silently, and there was a look in his eyes which went straight to the Major's heart.
"Come, Ramsey, I want to give you a place. Never mind this. You will really be working for me, anyhow."
Saulisbury himself came down the stairs and approached them, putting on his gloves, and Arthur perceived for the first time that his eyes were blue and very good-natured. Saulisbury cared nothing for the youth, but felt something was due his partner.