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g for me," warned the proprietor. "And if you ever want another job in Marion you may be blacklisted. I don't want to get you into a scrape." "I can't be in any worse scrape than the one I am in now. Haven't I just told you who I am?" "Oh, I know that! I reckon you're the same fellow. But, see here, mister, I'm one of those simple kind of galoots--and the less a man knows the more suspicious he is. You ain't wanting to work for me just because you need a job!" "I do need a job! I have spent the little money I had by me after I was fired by the Consolidated. I had some special expenses--the funeral of a--a friend," he added, wistfulness in his tones. He drove his hand into his pockets and exhibited a few small coins in his palm when he pulled his hand out. "That's my cash--every cent of it!" "Sure! I see it. But money's easy enough to come at by a fellow like you when he needs it. You haven't come across all square with me yet!" It was not mere inquisitiveness; it was the insistence of a plain man who wanted a definite peg on which to hitch the first warp of association. "You've got to handle money of mine," he went on. "I'm in a tight place and I have got to have the right men tied up with me. I wouldn't have to ask one of those boys yonder why he wanted to lug ice. But you ain't no ordinary slouch, mister. You don't do things--not many of 'em--unless you've got a good reason for same." It was the instinct of ingenuousness. "Keep it all to yourself if you want to. But in that case you'll have to excuse _me_!" Farr did not hesitate. He smiled. "You're a down-on-the-ground fellow who may be able to understand the thing better than I do myself," he declared. Again he put his hand on the bent shoulder. "You didn't break loose from a good job and start this ice business here simply to make more money, did you?" "Well, I've got a family to support and I wanted to make some money, of course, but I thought it was about time to have less relics, germs, curiosities, microbes, and general knickknacks left in ice-boxes after the ice had melted. So I went out of the frozen museum business, mister." His voice softened suddenly. "We lost a little girl a year ago last summer. Typhoid!" "I lost a little girl--a friend," said Farr, patting the shoulder. "It's this way with me--What is your name?" "Freeland Nowell." "Mr. Nowell, I have poked more or less fun in my life at men who claimed to have missions. Perhaps
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