Well, so we worked, sweated, wore ourselves out; Kirillov and I were exhausted at last; fell ill--went away--we couldn't stand it.

Our employer cheated us when he paid us off; instead of thirty dollars, as he had agreed, he paid me eight and Kirillov fifteen; he beat us, too, more than once.

So then we were left without work, Kirillov and I, and we spent four months lying on the floor in that little town.

He thought of one thing and I thought of another." "You don't mean to say your employer beat you?
In America?
How you must have sworn at him!" "Not a bit of it.

On the contrary, Kirillov and I made up our minds from the first that we Russians were like little children beside the Americans, and that one must be born in America, or at least live for many years with Americans to be on a level with them.