"Most o' the time. Can't stay in one place long."
"Where you bound for now?"
"Country. Got a chance on a farm."
"That's the safest place. Got any money?"
"Two bits. I'm flush to-day."
"Here's two more. Four's luck."
The man eyed his benefactor narrowly. "Say," he ventured, "you look's if you was kind o' up against it yerself."
"More or less," said Good shortly. A moment later Braeburn was reached, and he rose.
"Here's luck, bo," said the deserter. "Got a job?"
Good's only reply was a faint smile. But it was such a curious smile that the other man thought about it for a long time afterward. He concluded that its owner had no job. He almost regretted that he had accepted the quarter.