“I am bound for Porthaven, Joe.”
“So am I. Glad I met you,” replied Joe Franklin, who worked for a local grocer. “I hate to travel such a distance all alone. Where are you going?”
“I am going to look for work,” answered Frank, as he took a seat beside the grocer’s boy.
“Can’t you get anything to do in Claster?”
“Yes, one job. Mr. Grimes wants me to work for him for two dollars a week.”
“Don’t you work for him, Frank.”
“I don’t intend to. I must earn more.”
“Old Grimes is the hardest man in town to get along with. All of his clerks are in hot water with him every day.”
“Mr. Wilkins must pay you more than two dollars, Joe?”
“He pays me three and a half, and I am to have four after New Year’s.”