"Suppose the old gent will hold out long this time, Greek?" came the query, after a swallow of the whisky and seltzer, a shrewd look in the pale eyes. Greek laughed carelessly. "I guess we'll have time to see a good deal of San Francisco before he caves in. The old man put what he had to say in words of one syllable. But we won't worry about that until we get there." "Did he shell out at all?" "He didn't quite give me carte blanche," retorted Greek, grinning. "A ticket to ride as far as I wanted to, and five hundred in the long green. And it's going rather fast, Roger, my boy." "And my tickets came out of the five hundred?" Greek nodded. "It's devilish the way my luck's gone lately," grumbled Roger. "I don't know when I can ever pay--" Greek put up his hand swiftly. "You don't pay at all," he said, emphatically. "This is my treat. It was mighty decent of you to drop everything and come along with me into this d----d exile. And," he finished, easily, "I'll have more money than I'll know what to do with when the old man gets soft-hearted again." "He's d----d hard on you, Greek. He's got more--" "Oh, I don't know." Greek laughed again. "He's a good sort, and we get along first rate together. Only he's got some infernally uncomfortable ideas about a man going to work and doing something for himself in this little old vale of tears. He shaves himself five times out of six, and I've seen him black his own boots!" He chuckled amusedly. "Just to show people he can, you know." Roger shook his head and applied himself to his glass, failing to see the humor of the thing. And while the bigger man continued to muse with twinkling eyes over the idiosyncrasies of an enormously wealthy but at the same time enormously hard-headed father, with old-fashioned ideas of the dignity of labor, Roger sat frowning into his glass. The silence, into which the click of the rails below had entered so persistently as to become a part of it rather than to disturb it, was broken at last by the clamorous screaming of the engine. The train was slackening its speed. Greek flipped up the shade and looked out. "Another one of those toy villages," he called over his shoulder. "Who in the devil would want to get off here?" Roger sank a trifle deeper into his chair, indicating no interest. The fat man had dropped his newspaper to the floor and was leaning out the window. "Great country, ain't it?" he called to Greek. "Yes, it certainly _ain't_! What gets me is, why do people live in a place like this? Are they all crazy?"