But Steward, the particular god of his fealty and worship, appreciated.

Amongst so many gods Michael felt bewildered, while Steward's Abrahamic bosom became more than ever the one sure haven where harshness and danger never troubled.
"Mind your step," is the last word and warning of twentieth-century city life.

Michael was not slow to learn it, as he conserved his own feet among the countless thousands of leather-shod feet of men, ever hurrying, always unregarding of the existence and right of way of a lowly, four- legged Irish terrier.
The evening outings with Steward invariably led from saloon to saloon, where, at long bars, standing on sawdust floors, or seated at tables, men drank and talked.

Much of both did men do, and also did Steward do, ere, his daily six-quart stint accomplished, he turned homeward for bed.

Many were the acquaintances he made, and Michael with him.