Linderman looked up and frowned, then his eyes twinkled.
"Who are you? What have you there?"
"Young feller I found outside. 'Fraid of steppin' on him, so I picked him up to save him. You can run along now, sonny," he said to the clerk. "He let on I couldn't see you," Scattergood explained.
"What's your name?"
"Scattergood Baines."
"Of Coldriver?" Scattergood was surprised, but did not show it. "Yes."
"Sit down."
"Thankee.... Come to do a mite of business with you. Interested in pulp, hain't you. Quite consid'able interested?"
"Very much."
"Know the Higgins's Bridge Pulp Company?"