"I knew my business, of course. Heavens! what a soft job that was compared to what I've tackled out here!"
"It might be possible to find another such job in California. You never thought of that?"
Jim's face brightened.
"Never," he declared. "Fresh air and exercise was the prescription-- and I'm fed up on both. If I could get a billet as clerk in San Lorenzo, if----" He clenched his fists, unable to articulate another word, then, very slowly, he went on: "Boys, I'd give my life to get Angela away from Paradise."
"We'll help you," said Ajax.
"Mrs. Misterton would be much happier in San Lorenzo," I added.
Jim flushed scarlet.
"Angela married the wrong man," he said deliberately.
Ajax interrupted.
"Jim, fill your pipe!"