The stranger extended his hand. "Shake," he said. "I like you. You're no squealer, anyway. My name is Conward. Yours?"
Dave told his name, and shook hands. Conward offered his cigarette box, and the two smoked for a few moments in silence.
"What kind of a job do you want?" Conward asked at length.
"Any kind that pays a wage," said Dave. "If I don't like it I'll chuck it as soon as I can afford t' be partic'lar, but just now I've got to get a grub-stake."
"I know the fellow that runs an employment agency down here," Conward answered. "Let's go down. Perhaps I can put you in right."
Conward spoke to the manager of the employment agency and introduced Dave.
"Nothing very choice on tap to-day," said the employment man. "You can handle horses, I suppose?"
"I guess I can," said Dave. "Some."
"I can place you delivering coal. Thirty dollars a month, and you board with the boss."
"I'll take it," said Dave.