"Harry, this idle life is getting into my blood, I fear.

Now, I know just how happy a tramp feels." "Go ahead and enjoy yourself, then," laughed Hazelton.

"For fifteen minutes at a time you'd make an ideal tramp.

Then you'd want to go to work" "I wouldn't mind having a little work to do," Reade admitted.
"Harry, it took nerve to throw up our connection with Don Luis.
At least, that meant some work to do." "It did not," Harry contradicted.

"Don Luis didn't want us in his mine at all, and showed us that as plainly as he could.