boy, and there is Miss Welkie, a lovely, cultured woman, and"--he
jerked his head suddenly up--"but what's the use? Here's a contract,
needing only your signature, and here's a check, needing only my
signature. I said two thousand a month. Suppose we make it three? Here's
pen and ink, and remember your boy is looking out on the battle-ships
from his little bed up-stairs."

"You're right, Necker, he is in his little bed up-stairs and I've got to
think of him." He turned to Balfe. "The President, Andie, just naturally
expects me to tackle this new job?"

"I think he does, Greg."

"Then there's only one answer left, Mr. Necker. No."

"Wait again. Welkie, you've a God-given genius for concrete work. I came
here to get you and I--sign now and I'll make it four thousand."

"No."

"No? Why, look here! Here's a check. See--I'm signing it in blank. I'm
leaving it to you to fill it in for what you please. For what you please
for your first year for us, and the contract to run five years at the
same rate. Remember you've been trimmed once and you're likely to be
trimmed again."

"Let them trim me and keep on trimming me! The work is here and I did
it. They know it and I know it. If nobody but myself and my God know, we
know. And no official or unofficial crookedness can wipe it out."

"But that little fellow up-stairs with his face against the screen?"

"It's that little fellow I'm thinking of. He'll never have to explain
why his father reneged on a job he was trusted to do."

"But you haven't promised anybody in writing?"

"No."

"And, as I make it out, you haven't even given your word?"

"No."

"Then what right has anybody to----"

"He don't need to have any _right_. He just thinks I'm the kind of a man
he can count on, and, in a show down, that's the kind of a man I reckon
I want him or any other man to think I am."

"Then it is finally no?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. And let that be the end of the noes."

Necker smoked thoughtfully. Then, slowly gathering up his papers, he
said: "I'm licked, Welkie; but I would like to know what licked me. It
might save me from making the same mistake again."

"Why, I don't know's I know what you mean; but there is one thing,
Necker: if it ever happens that a nation which don't like us comes
steaming up here to get hold of this base, to batter it to pieces, say,
she won't. No. And why? Because it's no haphazard mixture of water and
sand. It's a good job, and if I'm no mor