“You like to do work outdoors, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How long will it take you to learn that branch of the work?”
“Oh, I can take that sort of a picture now. Faces are the hardest things to photograph.”
“I see.” Mr. Maverick mused for a moment. “Will you do me the favor to call here to-morrow evening? I may have a proposition to make to you.”
“I will come, sir.”
Then the conversation became general, and a quarter of an hour later Bob left, Grace Maverick seeing him to the door.
Bob could not help but wonder what proposition the railroad president would have to make. Of course, it would be in return for the assistance he had given Grace.
Perhaps Mr. Maverick would offer him a place on the road. Well, if it paid, Bob would accept it, even though it was not in exact line with his desires. He would do a good deal to be where he might occasionally come in contact with Grace.
On the following morning Mr. Starleigh announced that he had purchased the title and interest in a photographic establishment close to the one which had been burned out. The plates which had been saved, as well as the lenses, were at once transferred to the newly-acquired studio, and by dinner-time they were once more ready for business.