“We’ve got no use for you here, my man, but I think I could find a job for you in New York.”
“That would suit me all right, sir,” Chick declared, with manifest eagerness. “I’d go to New York, sir, or to perdition, if need be. Give me a letter to the party, sir, and I’ll find a way to get there.”
“I’d do better than that, my man, if you mean what you say,” replied Bailey, glancing at his watch.
“You’ll find I mean it, sir,” Chick insisted.
“I’m going to New York in just half an hour,” Bart added. “I’ll not promise you the job, mind you, but I think I can fix you with a friend who wants a man for general work. I’ll take the chance, at all events, and will pay your fare, which can be returned to me out of your first week’s pay. How does that suit you?”
“I couldn’t be hit more to my liking, sir,” said Chick, with manifest gratitude. “I’m more obliged than I could tell if I——”
“Never mind thanking me,” Bart interrupted. “There’ll be time enough for that after you get what’s coming to you. What’s your name?”
“James Donovan, sir.”
“Where are you stopping? Have you got any luggage?”
“Only what’s on my back.”