She asked me how she should reward me.

I told her that I was already rewarded, for I had guarded her jewels in order to protect myself from being suspected of their theft and so kangarooed into a slave-camp.
But in spite of all my precautions, I landed there after all.

The gang down at the flop house was dazzled by an employment agent, who offered to ship them out into the rice country to work on the levee for a dollar a day and cakes.

The men were wild for a square meal and the feel of a dollar in their jeans.

So they all shipped out to the river levee and I went along with the gang.
As our train rattled over the trestles and through the cypress swamps the desperate iron workers were singing: "We'll work a hundred days, And we'll get a hundred dollars, And then go North, And all be rich and happy!" When we reached the dyke-building camp I learned how ignorant I really was.