He turned back impulsively, put his head in at the door of the express office, and called to the clerk: "When do you get your next express from the East, brother?
I'll wait for that negative if you think it's likely to come by to-morrow noon or there-abouts." "Might come in on the eight o'clock train to-night, or to-morrow morning.
You say it was shipped the sixteenth?
Ought to be here by morning, sure." "I'll take a chance," Luck said half to himself, and closed the door.
A round-shouldered, shivering youth, who had been leaning apathetically against the side of the building, moved hesitatingly up to him.

"Say, do I get it right that you're in the movies ?" he inquired anxiously.
"Heard you mention looking for negative.

Haven't got a job for a fellow, have you ?" Luck wheeled and looked him over, from his frowsy, soft green beaver hat with the bow at the back, to his tan pumps that a prosperous young man would have thrown back in the closet six weeks before, as being out of season.

The young man grinned his understanding of the appraisement, and Luck saw that his teeth were well-kept, and that his nails were clean and trimmed carefully.

He made a quick mental guess and hit very close to the fellow's proper station in life and his present predicament.
"What end of the business do you know ?" he asked, turning his face toward the warmth of the hotel.
"Operator.