"You did catch on to what I didn't want," Galton said at last. "You
will catch on still more as you get used to the work. And you did get
the 'stuff,'"

"That--you mean--that goes?" Tembarom stammered.

"Yes, it goes," answered Galton. "You can turn it in. We'll try the
page for a month."

"Gee! Thank the Lord!" said Tembarom, and then he laughed an excited
boyish laugh, and the blood came back to his face. He had a whole
month before him, and if he had caught on as soon as this, a month
would teach him a lot.

He'd work like a dog.

He worked like a healthy young man impelled by a huge enthusiasm, and
seeing ahead of him something he had had no practical reason for
aspiring to. He went out in all weathers and stayed out to all hours.
Whatsoever rebuffs or difficulties he met with he never was even on
the verge of losing his nerve. He actually enjoyed himself
tremendously at times. He made friends; people began to like to see
him. The Munsbergs regarded him as an inspiration of their own.

"He seen my name over de store and come in here first time he vas
sent up dis vay to look for t'ings to write," Mr. Munsberg always
explained. "Ve vas awful busy--time of the Schwartz vedding, an' dere
vas dat blizzard. He owned up he vas new, an' vanted some vun vhat
knew to tell him vhat vas goin' on. 'Course I could do it. Me an' my
vife give him addresses an' a lot of items. He vorked 'em up good.