"Do you want the job ?" he asked grimly.
Jack heard a chuckle from the next room, and his own lips came together with a snap.
"Lead me to it," he said cheerfully.

"I'd stand on my head and point the wind with my legs for seventy dollars a month! Sounds to me like a good place to save money--what ?" "Don't know how you'd go about spending much as long as you stayed up there," Ross retorted drily.

"It's when a man comes down that his wages begin to melt." Jack considered this point, standing with his feet planted a little apart and his hands in his pockets, which is the accepted pose of the care-free scion of wealth who is about to distinguish himself.

He believed that he knew best how to ward off suspicion of his motives in thus exiling himself to a mountain top.

He therefore grinned amiably at Ross.
"Well, then, I won't come down," he stated calmly.