k that a man can be like that!" he mused in contempt of his
old self. "If I were as rich as Eric of Falla or as strong as
Boerje, who digs here beside me, it would be as nothing to having a
throbbing heart in your breast. That's the only thing that counts."

Glancing over at his comrade, a powerfully built fellow who could
do again as much work as himself, he noticed that to-day the man
had not gone ahead as rapidly as usual with the digging.

They worked by the job. Boerje always took upon himself more work
than did Jan, yet they always finished at about the same time. That
day, however, it went slowly for Boerje; he did not even keep up
with Jan, but was left far behind.

But then Jan had been working for all he was worth, that he might
the sooner get back to his little girl. That day he had longed for
her more than usual. She was always drowsy evenings; so unless he
hurried home early, he was likely to find her asleep for the night
when he got home.

When Jan had completed his work he saw that Boerje was not even half
through. Such a thing had never happened before in all the years
they had worked together, and Jan was so astonished he went over to
him.

Boerje was standing deep down in the ditch, trying to loosen a clump
of sod. He had stepped on a piece of glass, and received an ugly
gash on the bottom of his foot, so that he could hardly step on it.
Imagine the torture of having to stand and push the spade into the
soil with an injured foot!

"Aren't you going to quit soon?" asked Jan.

"I'm obliged to finish this job to-day," replied the comrade. "I
can't get any grain from Eric of Falia till the work is done, and
we're all out of rye-meal."

"Then go'-night for to-day," said Jan.

Boerje did not respond. He was too tired and done up to give even
the customary good-night salutation.

Jan of Ruffluck walked to the edge of the field; but there he
halted.

"What does it matter to the little girl whether or not you come
home for her birthday?" he thought. "She's just as well off without
you. But Boerje has seven kiddies at home, and no food for them.
Shall you let them starve so that you can go home and play with
Glory Goldie?"

Then he wheeled round, walked back to Boerje, and got down into the
ditch to help him. Jan was rather tired after his day's toil and
could not work very fast. It was almost dark when they got through.

"Glory Goldie must be asleep this long while," thought Jan, when he
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