When the Floater paid me another dollar and a half that night he told me that if I worked like a dog, was as meek as a mouse, and "didn’t get no labor rot into my nut" I could have Clancy’s job as a regular thing. But by this time I was beginning to understand him. I have already called him a terrier, and a terrier he was, with a terrier’s bark, but with a terrier’s fundamental friendliness. If you patted him, he wagged his tail. True, he wagged it unwillingly, ungraciously, and with a fond belief that you didn’t know he was wagging it at all; but the fact that he did wag it was enough for me.

It was enough for us all. There was not a man among the "luggers" who didn’t understand him, nor among the salesmen either, as I came to understand.

The Thread of Flame — Part 102

"Dee ye know how to take that little scalpeen? He’s like wan of thim Graaks or Eytalians that’s got a quare talk of their own, but you know you can put it into our talk and make it mane somethin’. Wance I was at a circus where a monkey what looked like a little ould man talked his kind o’ talk, and it made sinse. Well, that’s like the Floater. He’s like the monkey what can’t talk nothin’ but monkey-talk; but glory be to God! he manes the same thing as a man. Don’t ye moind him, Brogan. When he talks his talk, you talk it to yerself in yer own talk, and ye’ll kape yer timper and get everything straight."

The Thread of Flame — Part 102

This kindly advice was given me by Denis Gallivan, the oldest of the porters, and a sort of dean of our corps. Small, wiry, as strong as a horse, with a wizened, leathery face that looked as if it had been dried and tanned in a hot sunshine, there was a yearning in his blue-black eyes like that which some of the old Italian masters put into the eyes of saints. Denis, Bridget, and the Finn composed what I may call the permanent staff, the two others, excluding myself, being invariably restless chaps who, like Clancy, came for a few weeks and went off again. With the three workers named I made a fourth, henceforth helping to carry the responsibility of the house on my shoulders.

The Thread of Flame — Part 102

It was a good place, with pleasant work. Two or three times I could have had promotion and a raise in pay, but I had reasons of my own for staying where I was.