"Do you want to earn money to take you back to the city?"
"I'd rather go to Cooperstown Junction."
"Then you'd be worse off than you are here, for it isn't any town."
"That's where I want to go all the same."
"I can give you a chance if you'll work your way."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I've got a minstrel company on the road, and wouldn't mind paying the traveling expenses of a smart boy who will distribute programmes and make himself generally useful."
"A show! Say, I can do a mighty good turn at dancin', and give some of these fellers what think they know it all, a few points."
"Step out and let me see what you can do."
Jet was by no means bashful; in a few seconds he was dancing as spiritedly as if such discomforts as hunger and fatigue were unknown.