You've got to find 'em sonny.

Yer can find anybody on the 'ighroad if yer tramps long enough.

What d'yer think ?" "I'll find 'em," said Paul, in dizzy contemplation of possibilities.
"When are yer going to start ?" asked Barney Bill.
Paul felt his wages jingle in his pocket.

He was a capitalist.

The thrill of independence swept him from head to foot.