“Humph!” The man’s face took on a sour look. “You are missing the chance of your lives.”
“We’ll risk it,” laughed Andy.
“I can sell more salve than you can sell other goods every day in the week—and make more money, too.”
“Then you had better start alone—and at once,” returned Andy shortly.
“I will—if you fellers won’t take me in as a working partner. I made the suggestion only because I thought it would be more pleasant to travel in a company of three.”
“We are satisfied to go it without outside assistance,” cried Matt, as he hopped on the seat. “All ready, Andy?”
“Yes, go on,” returned his partner, climbing up beside him.
“Then you won’t make a deal with me?” questioned Paul Barberry more sourly than ever.
“No,” replied Matt and Andy in a breath, and while one gathered up the lines the other spoke to the horse, and the turn-out began to leave the stable.