Then John Grier looked Tarboe up and down sharply again, noting the splendid physique, the quizzical, mirth-provoking eye, and said: "I can give you a better job if you'll come to Montreal." Tarboe shook his head.

"Haven't had a sick day for eight years; I'm as hard as nails; I'm as strong as steel.

I love this wild world of the woods and fields and--" "And the shebangs and grog-shops and the dirty, drunken villages ?" interrupted the old man.
"No, they don't count.

I take them in, but they don't count." "Didn't you have hard times when you first came ?" asked John Grier.

"Did you get right with the men from the start ?" "A little bit of care is a good thing in any life.