“Cut it out!” exclaimed the other. “I'll set you up, and find you a job, and you can have a decent start.”
Find him a job! Samuel's heart gave a great throb. For a moment he hardly knew how to take this—how it would fit into his new philosophy. But surely it was all right for him to take a job. Yes, he had earned it. Even if some one else had to be turned out—even so, he had proven his fitness. He had won in the struggle. He had a place among the successful, and he could help Sophie and her mother.
He got up with eagerness, and held the horse. “Do you think you can manage him?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” said the other. “I'll chance it, anyhow.”
And he leaped into the runabout and took the reins. “Now,” he said; and Samuel got in, and they sped away, back toward town.
“Don't say anything about this accident, please,” said the young man suddenly.
“I won't,” said Samuel.
“My friends are always teasing me because I drive horses,” he explained.
“Why not?” asked the other.
“Well, everybody drives motors nowadays. But my father stood by horses, and I learned to be fond of them.”