Hal approached the gate, which was of iron bars, and padlocked. After standing for a moment to get ready his surly voice, he kicked upon the gate and a man came out of a shack inside.
“What do you want?” said he.
“I want to get in. I'm looking for a job.”
“Where do you come from?”
“From Pedro.”
“Where you been working?”
“I never worked in a mine before.”
“Where did you work?”
“In a grocery-store.”
“What grocery-store?”