We all put in our services--one man's work against every other man's work, mine same as any of you.

Bill Holmes, here, didn't have any money up, and he was an apprentice--but I'm giving him twenty a week besides his board.

That suit you, Bill ?" "I guess it's all right," Bill answered in his colorless tone.
Luck, being extremely sensitive to tones, cocked an eye up at Bill before he deliberately peeled, from the roll he drew from his pocket, enough twenty dollar notes to equal the number of weeks Bill had worked for him.

"And that's paying you darned good money for apprentice work," he informed him drily, a little hurt by Bill's lack of appreciation.

For when you take a man from the streets because he is broke and hungry and homeless, and feed him and give him work and clothes and three meals a day and a warm bed to sleep in, if you are a normal human being you are going to expect a little gratitude from that man; Luck had a flash of disappointment when he saw how indifferently Bill Holmes took those twenties and counted them before shoving them into his pocket.