“I see,” said the other, and meditated for a few moments. “What do you wish to do?” he asked.

“Anything, sir,” said Jurgis⁠—“only I had a broken arm this winter, and so I have to be careful.”

“How would it suit you to be a nightwatchman?”

“That wouldn’t do, sir. I have to be among the men at night.”

“I see⁠—politics. Well, would it suit you to trim hogs?”

“Yes, sir,” said Jurgis.

And Mr. Harmon called a timekeeper and said, “Take this man to Pat Murphy and tell him to find room for him somehow.”