“I’m intelligent,” he had said to a prospective employer. “I’ve always worked. I like it. Why shouldn’t I have a chance?”
“Why not?” the grey haired man had replied sadly. “I’ve asked that question often, but I don’t know the answer. I only know we can’t use another man.”
That very afternoon, while watching boats moving out to sea, Johnny had his chance, and took it. He caught sight of a young man, struggling toward a gang-plank under a heavy load.
“Give you a lift?” he had volunteered, courteously.
“Whew! Yes.” The man mopped his brow. “Looking for a dime?”
“Not yet!” Reddening, Johnny impulsively jerked a few small bills from his pocket. “Not broke, yet.”
“Oh!” The man looked at him with interest. “Say!” he exclaimed. “I shouldn’t wonder if you’d do!”
“For what?” the boy asked.
“I’m off to the Spanish Main to take pictures—native life, ancient ruins, and all that. There’s a lot of stuff to lug, and—” he hesitated, “perhaps a fight to step into now and then! Want to go?”
“Do I?” Johnny grabbed the two largest bags.