Granning alone was in the study as he came in, spinning his hat on to the sofa. "Well, Granning, I've up and done it," he said shortly. "Eh, what?" said Granning, looking up rather alarmed. He told him. "And so, Granning, I'm a horny-handed son of labor from this time forth," he said in conclusion. "You'll have to find me a job!" The laugh failed. It seemed out of place at that moment with Granning staring at him. He added quietly: "Guess self-respect is worth more than I thought!" "God, I'm glad!" said Granning, bringing down his great fist. He had never in all the long friendship seen Granning so stirred! CHAPTER XX BOJO HUNTS A JOB "Well, now to hunt a job!" He woke up the next morning with this one idea dominant, dressed to a whistling accompaniment, and came gaily to breakfast. A load seemed to have been suddenly lifted from his mind, the day fair and the future keen with the zest of a good fight without favors. The breakfast was delicious and the air alive with energy. "Seems to me you're looking rather cocky," said Marsh, studying him with surprise. "Never felt fitter in my life," said Bojo, stealing a roll from DeLancy, who had completely lost his good spirits. "What's up? Going to trim the market again?" Bojo laughed, a free and triumphant laugh. "Never again for me!" He added quickly, remembering the attitude they had assumed for DeLancy's benefit: "Luck's been with me long enough-- I'm not going to bank on luck any more!" Fred pushed his plate from him and went into the outer room without meeting their glances. "I say, Bojo, one thing we ought to do," said Marsh under his breath: "get after the infant and give him a solemn dressing-down." "You don't suppose he's fool enough to try the market again?" "Who knows what he'll do?" said Marsh gloomily. "Sometimes I think it would have kept him out of more trouble if you'd let him be cleaned out! "You mean Louise Varney-- Good Lord!" "Exactly!" "Do you think he suspects?" said Bojo, after a moment's hesitation--"I mean about his taking a profit?" "Of course," said Marsh quietly. "Poor devil! Well, heavens, I can't criticize him," said Bojo, moodily. "I pretty near did the same thing." "What are you going to do now?" said Marsh, to keep the conversation clear of disturbing memories. "Going to start in on a new job." "What?" said Marsh, surprised. "Oh, I'm going to look around," said Bojo in an offhand sort of way. "I want something solid and real--constructive is the word. Well, Roscy, wish me good luck-- I'm starting to look over the field this morning." He rose confident and happy, slapping his friend on the shoulder, with the old boyish exhilaration. "By Jove, I'm glad to have it over and to begin a real life!" "Give you a try at reporting," said Marsh. "Not on your life. I'm going out for something myself! Hello there, old Freddie-boy! Got your hair on straight? Well, then, come on and tell Wall Street what to do."