Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me.

It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities." "Find me the job.

I don't care how lonesome it is." Out of the beaten track! thought Spurlock.

A forgotten island beyond the ship lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him! From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he could write.
"Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand.

"I'll be very glad to take that kind of a job, if you can find it." "Well, that's fine.