One among them paused and accosted him.
“So you have found work already?” he said.
Looking up, Joe recognized Harry Hogan, the man who had swindled him. He didn’t feel inclined to be very social with this man.
“Yes,” said he coldly.
“Rather strange work for a first-class passenger.”
He envied Joe because he had traveled first-class, while he had thought himself fortunate, with the help his dishonesty gave him, in being able to come by steerage.
“It is very suitable employment for a boy who has no money,” said Joe.
“How much are you going to be paid for the job?” asked Hogan, with sudden interest, for ten dollars constituted his only remaining funds.
If his theft on shipboard had not been detected he would have been better provided.
“I don’t know,” said Joe shortly.