The man pointed significantly to the pin that corresponded to the one on the lapel of his own coat.
“You must be one of the boys from Woodville,” he observed.
“That’s where I live.”
“Then you know Knippel?”
“Oh,” said Ben to himself, “I’ve found out his name, have I?” and he said aloud: “I’ve seen him before to-day, yes.”
“What do you want to see him for?” inquired the man curiously. “Say, see here, if you’ve got something to sell, you know it’s all one dealing with me.”
“All right, when I do I’ll come to you. I don’t want to sell anything to Mr. Knippel.”
“What then.”
“Other business. You know he loans money once in a while.”
“I know he is able to, if he wants to,” responded the man. “See here,” he continued eagerly, “what would it be if you came to me again. Not railroad stuff, you know?”