III. Dollars
ALL along the rails there were faces; in the portholes there were faces. Leeward a stale smell came from the tubby steamer that rode at anchor listed a little to one side with the yellow quarantine flag drooping at the foremast.
"I'd give a million dollars," said the old man resting on his oars, "to know what they come for."
"Just for that pop," said the young man who sat in the stern. "Aint it the land of opportoonity?"
"One thing I do know," said the old man. "When I was a boy it was wild Irish came in the spring with the first run of shad. . . . Now there aint no more shad, an them folks, Lord knows where they come from."
"It's the land of opportoonity."
ALEANFACED young man with steel eyes and a thin highbridged nose sat back in a swivel chair with his feet on his ne
