“Come up to see you, Hunch.”
“What's the matter?”
“The old man come down on me last week.”
“Fire you?”
“Yes. I'm sick of working for him anyhow. He'll never let a fellow alone.”
“What you going to do? You ain't likely to get another job like that.”
“I don't know. I thought mebbe you'd know of something up here, Hunch.”
“I just went on the job, myself.”
“I know it, but I can't starve, Hunch, I ain't had any money for a couple of days.”
“How about—your——”