His eyes, grey and indomitable, looked straight into Guy's, and they held him in spite of himself. Guy quivered and stood still. "You've got to," he reiterated. "Don't tell me you're enjoying yourself barkeeping at Hoffstein's! I've known you too long to swallow it. It just won't go down." "It's preferable to doing the white nigger on your blasted farm!" flashed back Guy.

"He won't!" said Burke shortly. "Where exactly is he? Tell me that!" "He's barkeeping for that brute Hoffstein, and taking out all his wages in drink. I saw him three days ago. I assure you he's past help. I believe he'd shoot himself if you took any trouble over him. He's in a pretty desperate mood." "Not he!" said Burke. "I'm going to have him out anyway."