Even though Flint blacklists me all over the country, as he probably will, I can duck into some job or other, somewhere.

And most important of all, I know what's due to happen in America--I've seen that note-book! Let them do what they will, they can't take _that_ knowledge away from me!" The outlook, on the whole, was cheering.

Gabriel broke into a whistle, as he swung along the highway, and slashed cheerfully with his heavy stick at the dusty bushes by the roadside.

A vigorous, pleasing figure of a man he made, striding onward in his blue flannel shirt and corduroys, stout boots making light of distance, somewhat rebellious black hair clustering under his cap, blue eyes clear and steady as the sunlight itself.

There must have been a drop of Irish blood somewhere or other in his veins, to have given him that ruddy cheek, those eyes, that hair, that quick enthusiasm and that swiftness to anger--then, by reaction, that quick buoyancy which so soon banished everything but courageous optimism from his hot heart.
Thus the man walked, all his few worldly belongings--most precious among them his union card and his red Socialist card--packed in the knapsack strapped to his broad shoulders.