"Now it's better, eh, Big Man?" he said at last when the little fellow had stopped. "Does you sort of good to talk things out."
"Oh, yes; thank you, Butcher."
"All right, then, youngster."
"All right. I say, you—you don't ever feel that way, do you—homesick, I mean?"
"Not much."
"You've got a home, haven't you?"
"Quite too much, young one. If they fire me, I'll keep away from there. Strike out for myself."
"Of course, then, it's different."
"Young one," said the Butcher, suddenly, "that's not quite honest. If I have to clear out of here, it will cut me up con-siderable."
"Honest?"