“Carrying stuff around the country to sell at auction?”
“Yes.”
“I see. Say, maybe you’ve got something you would like to sell me,” and the man, after speaking to some one in the shanty, stepped up closer to the turn-out.
“Perhaps I have, but it’s pretty well packed up,” returned Matt, who was not at all taken by the man’s manner. “We’ll be open at High Bridge this evening, or to-morrow, if nothing happens.”
“We? Got somebody else with you?”
“Not on the wagon, but I have a partner.”
“I see. What line of goods do you carry?”
Matt named over a number of articles. The man’s eyes brightened as he listened.
“Let me have a pair of suspenders,” he said. “I need them worst way. And if you’ve got a good pocket-knife I’ll patronize you so much more. Drive up in the back of the house and tie fast anywhere.”