“No, sir; I come from Claster. I’m looking for work.”
“Oh!” The young man gazed at Frank curiously. “Hard job, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Struck anything yet?”
“Nothing.”
“I can sympathize with you. I was out looking for work, myself, last summer, and I couldn’t get a single thing that was worth anything.”
“But you are working now?”
“Well, yes; but I haven’t got anything steady. I’m a book agent, and I get paid for what orders I get, that’s all.”