"Can't you get it into your head?" rejoined Blake. "I'm not asking for any pay for what I did."
"What, then? If not a money reward—I see. You're perhaps ambitious.
You want to make a name in your profession."
"Ever know an engineer that didn't?"
"I see. I'll arrange to give you a position that—"
"Thanks," broke in Blake dryly. "Wait till I ask you for a job."
"What are you going to do?—loaf?"
"That's my business."
Mr. Leslie again studied Blake's face. Though accustomed to read men at a glance, he was baffled by the engineer's inscrutable calm.
"You nearly always win at poker," he stated.
"Used to," confirmed Blake. "Cut it out, though. A gambler is a fool.
More fun in a nickel earned than a dollar made at play or speculating."