“Or some cleaning up?” Samuel looked round. The place did not seem very neat to him. “I'll scrub the floors for you,” he said.
“We have 'em scrubbed in the early morning,” replied the man.
“Well, let me come and do it,” said Samuel.
“Go on!” said the other. “You'll be ready for more feed then.”
“I'll come, just the same, sir.”
“If you take my advice,” the bartender observed, “you'll get out of this town. Lockmanville's a poor place to hunt jobs in.”
Samuel started. “Lockmanville!” he gasped.
“Yes,” said the other. “Don't you know where you are?”
“I didn't know,” said the boy. “Lockmanville! The one where the big glass works are?”
“That's the one.”