Jurgis shook his head.

"They won't give you anything here?"
He shook it again.

"When are you coming out?"

"Three weeks yet," Jurgis answered.

And the boy gazed around him uncertainly. "Then I
might as well go," he said.

Jurgis nodded. Then, suddenly recollecting, he put
his hand into his pocket and drew it out, shaking.
"Here," he said, holding out the fourteen cents. "Take
this to them."

And Stanislovas took it, and after a little more hesita-
tion, started for the door. "Good-by, Jurgis," he said,
and the other noticed that he walked unsteadily as he
passed out of sight.

For a minute or so Jurgis stood clinging to the chair,
reeling and swaying; then the keeper touched him on the
arm, and he turned and went back to breaking stone.

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