"Oh, yes; thank you, Butcher."
"All right, then, youngster."
"All right. I say, you—you don't ever feel that way, do you—homesick, I mean?"
"Not much."
"You've got a home, haven't you?"
"Quite too much, young one. If they fire me, I'll keep away from there. Strike out for myself."
"Of course, then, it's different."
"Young one," said the Butcher, suddenly, "that's not quite honest. If I have to clear out of here, it will cut me up con-siderable."
"Honest?"