“Thanks. You know well enough what I mean,” shrugged the other.
There was a moment's silence; then Calderwell queried:
“Arkwright, how old are you?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Good! Then you're merely travelling to supplement your education, see?”
“Oh, yes, I see. But something besides my education has got to be supplemented now, I reckon.”
“What are you going to do?”
There was an almost imperceptible hesitation; then, a little shortly, came the answer:
“Hit the trail for Grand Opera, and bring up, probably—in vaudeville.”
Calderwell smiled appreciatively.