"Aye, aye, sur—very well indade."
"I am glad to hear it. Mr. Shalley told me the boy needed the job. His father is on the sick list, and he has got to do what he can to help support his parents."
"I reckon he'll be all right," answered Pat Malloy. "He's better than thim foreigners, anyway." To him, the only foreigners were Italians and Germans. He did not think himself one, although he had come from the "ould sod" less than six years before.
CHAPTER XVII
THE PURSER HAS HIS SAY
One night, when the steamboat was tied up at Albany, Randy donned his street clothes and hunted up the place where Jack Bartlett lived. He found his former friend at home and glad to see him.
"Come in," said Jack, shaking hands. "How have you been since we met last?"
"Pretty fair, Jack. And how have you been?"
"I'm all right. I've got a job. That is why I haven't used my boat pass."