Most of the loungers could do a good deal with the ax themselves, and the lean, muscular demonstrator made rather a striking figure as he stood poised in statuesque symmetry under the lamplight with the bright steel flashing about him.
In the meantime, Weston leaned on the pile of cases and packages somewhat moodily.

After paying for his ticket and Grenfell's to the station nearest the copper-mine he had about four dollars in his pocket, and he did not know what he should do if no employment were offered him when he got there.

He had no doubt that he could provide for himself somehow, but Grenfell was becoming a responsibility.

He felt that he could not cast the man adrift, and it seemed scarcely likely that anybody would be anxious to hire him.

Still, Grenfell was his comrade, and they had borne a good deal together during their journey in the wilderness.