"Yes, I am on my way to New York."
"How do you find trade?" asked Mr. Baker.
"Well, really, it is not very good, but that does not annoy me, as I am only doing this as a side line. I don't worry, don't you know."
"I see. You're a sport!" exclaimed Tupper, with easy familiarity. "I sized you up for a sport as soon as I saw you. I must have met you in New York."
"Yes, I make my headquarters there," said the salesman. "I seem to remember you. Sporting life is very attractive to me, I assure you, really it is."
"That's the way to talk!" put in Hynard. "Be a sport!"
"They're flattering him for some purpose," thought Roy. "I wonder what their object is."
He was hidden around the corner of the depot, where he could hear without being seen.
"That's a very fine watch chain you have on," said Mr. Baker. "It is much better than mine."
"And I guess he has a better watch than yours, too, Baker," spoke up Sutton, with a wink, which Mr. De Royster did not see.