THE STEAM-SHOVEL MAN
even if he is a new hand with the powder. His nerves haven't been spoiled by rum or cigarettes. Nice, clean-built chap, isn't he? What do you think of him?"
"He is no stranded loafer or he would sponge on the Americans in Colon sooner than work on the silver roll."
"I shall ask him a few questions when we knock off," returned Naughton.
After Walter had safely handled a score of boxes, he gained confidence and worried less about "'splodin' himself to glory," as he toiled to keep pace with the other men. The humid heat was exhausting, but as the afternoon wore on his efficiency steadily increased. When the quitting hour came, Mr. Naughton told him:
"I'll be glad to keep you on until the cargo is out. Where are you living?"
"Nowhere at present. I can't afford to go to a hotel, and even if I had the price I am afraid Colon might disagree with me."
"Oh, it is a healthy town nowadays. Our people have cleaned it up like a new parlor."
"I mean the police—" began Walter, but this sounded so suspicious that he blushed,
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