"
"I was locked in Wednesday morning. It seemed longer."
"It's long enough," commented the barkeeper.
"I was robbed," Samuel went on. "A man took all my money." And then
the old shame started up in him. "Don't think I'm a beggar. I'll work
and pay for this."
"That's all right," said the barkeeper. "Be easy."
"Haven't you anything I can do? Some wood to split?"
"We don't burn wood."
"Or some cleaning up?" Samuel looked round. The place did not seem
very neat to him. "I'll scrub the floors for you," he said.
"We have 'em scrubbed in the early morning," replied the man.
"Well, let me come and do it," said Samuel.
"Go on!" said the other. "You'll be ready for more feed then."
"I'll come, just the same, sir."
"If you take my advice," the bartender observed, "you'll get out of
this town. Lockmanville's a poor place to hunt jobs in."
Samuel started. "Lockmanville!" he gasped.
"Yes," said the other. "Don't you know where you are?"
"I didn't know," said the boy. "Lockmanville! The one where the big
glass works are?"
"That's the one."
"And where old Henry Lockman lived!"
"What about it?" asked the other.
"Nothing," said Samuel, "only my father invested all his money in
Lockman's company, and lost it."
"Gee!" said the bartender.
"Maybe if I told them," said the boy, "they'd give me some work here."
"Maybe," said the other--"only the works is shut down.
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