But you mustn't be disappointed if they fire you out." Drummond's face got red and he clenched his fist, for he had already told his tale to people who heard it with amused incredulity.
"You promised you would make me rich and I've thrown up my job! I've got about five dollars and don't know what to do!" "Well," said Stormont coolly, "there's an employment agent a few blocks up the street and as trade's pretty good it's possible he can find you a post.

That's about the only thing I can think of and I'm occupied just now--" Drummond stopped him with a savage gesture and walked out of the room.
"We have fixed him; I guess he won't bother us again," Stormont remarked.
After leaving the office, Drummond wandered moodily along the avenue and presently came to a square, past which rows of pretty wooden houses surrounded by poplars, ran towards the river bank.

The snow had gone, the afternoon was warm, and finding a bench in the sun, he sat down to think.

His character was complex and his thoughts involved, for he had inherited something from ancestors of different type.

A touch of Indian vanity and French expansiveness was balanced by his father's Scottish caution and the Indian's stolid calm.