By and by the man who had desired to wreck the hotel bar turned to Weston.
"What are you going to do with your partner ?" he asked.
"I don't quite know," said Weston.

"In the meanwhile he'll stay here." "How's he going to raise his board ?" "That's not quite your business," said Weston quietly.
The man laughed good-humoredly.
"Well," he replied, "in one way I guess it isn't.

Still, if you pay your partner's board you're going to have mighty little money left.
Mended that jacket, didn't he?
Won't you take it off ?" Weston wondered a little at this request, but he complied; and the man passed the garment around to' the others, who gravely inspected the sewed-up rents and the patches inserted in it.
"Quite neat, isn't it ?" he commented.
They admitted that it was; and the chopper, handing the garment back to Weston, smiled as though satisfied.
"I've an idea, boys," he announced.
His companions appeared dubious, but he nodded quietly.
"I've got one sure," he said.

"Now, in a general way, if there's a store handy, I've no use for mending clothes; but you have to wash them now and then, and it never struck me as quite comfortable to put them on with half the stitching rubbed out of them.

Well, washing's a thing I'm not fond of either, and it's kind of curious that when one man starts in at it everybody wants the coal-oil can." They murmured languid concurrence, for, as he said, clothes must be washed and mended now and then, and the man who has just finished a long day's arduous toil seldom feels any great inclination for the task.