"Moleskin, by God!" he exclaimed, closing the knife and putting it in his pocket. "Are you lookin' for a job?"
"Can you snare an old hare this mornin'?" asked Joe.
"H'm!" said the man.
"Pay?" asked Joe laconically.
"A tanner an hour, overtime seven and a half," said the man with the whiskers.
"The hammer?" asked Joe.
"Hammer and jumper," answered the man. "You can take off your coat now."
"This mate of mine is lookin' for work, too," said Joe, pointing at me.
"He's light of shoulder and lean as a rake," replied the bearded man, with undisguised contempt in his voice.