"Come in." Pennoyer entered sheepishly.
"Well ?" cried Hawker, with an echo of savagery in his voice.

He turned from the canvas precisely as one might emerge from a fight.

"Oh!" he said, perceiving Pennoyer.

The glow in his eyes slowly changed.

"What is it, Penny ?" "Billie," said Pennoyer, "Grief was to get his check to-day, but they put him off until Monday, and so, you know--er--well----" "Oh!" said Hawker again.
When Pennoyer had gone Hawker sat motionless before his work.