"That may come after awhile. It might not be safe to delay your
breakfast till you could pay for it. Remember, you have done me a
great service, which fifty breakfasts couldn't pay for."

"Don't think of that, Mr. Morgan," said Joe modestly. "Anybody would
do what I did."

"I am not sure whether everybody would have the courage. But you
must leave me to show my appreciation of your services in my own way."

They took breakfast in the hotel and walked out.

Though it was early, the town was already astir. People got up early
in those days. Building was going on here and there. Draymen were
piloting heavy loads through the streets--rough enough in general
appearance, but drawn from very unlikely social grades.

"By Jove!" said Morgan, in surprise, his glance resting on a young
man of twenty-five, who was in command of a dray. "Do you hear that
drayman?"

"Is he a foreigner?" asked Joe. "I don't understand what he is
saying."

"He is talking to his horse in Greek, quoting from Homer. Look here,
my friend!" he said, hailing the drayman.

"What is it, sir?" said the young man courteously.

"Didn't I hear you quoting Greek just now?"

"Yes, sir."

"How happens it that a classical scholar like you finds himself in
such a position?"

The young man smiled.

"How much do you think I am earning?"

"I can't guess. I am a stranger in this city."

"Twenty dollars a day."

"Capital! I don't feel as much surprised as I did. Are you a
college graduate?"

"Yes, sir. I was graduated at Yale. Then I studied law and three
months since I came out here. It takes time to get into practise at
home and I had no resources to fall back upon. I raised money enough
to bring me to California and came near starving the first week I was
here. I couldn't wait to get professional work, but I had an offer
to drive a dray. I am a farmer's son and was accustomed to hard work
as a boy. I accepted the offer and here I am. I can lay up half my
earnings and am quite satisfied."

"But you won't be a drayman all your life?"

"Oh, no, sir. But I may as well keep at it till I can get into
something more to my taste."

And the young lawyer drove off.

"It's a queer country," said Morgan. "It's hard to gauge a man by
his occupation here, I see."

"I wish I could get a dray to drive," said Joe.

"You are not old enough or strong enough yet. I am looking for some
business myself, Joe, but I can't at all tell wh