In fact this morning when his wife sent their little girl to the grocer's for some butter the latter had refused to let the child have it without the money.

So although he felt it to be useless he accosted Hunter.
This time Hunter stopped: he was winded by his climb up the hill.
'Good afternoon, sir.' Hunter did not return the salutation; he had not the breath to spare, but the man was not hurt; he was used to being treated like that.
'Any chance of a job, sir ?' Hunter did not reply at once.

He was short of breath and he was thinking of a plan that was ever recurring to his mind, and which he had lately been hankering to put into execution.

It seemed to him that the long waited for opportunity had come.

Just now Rushton & Co.