"Answering your first question, Drew, I haven't the 'makings.'
I never did carry them and never expect to."
"What do you smoke then?" queried Alf, in some wonder. "A pipe?"
"No; I never had that vice, either. I don't use tobacco. For your own sake I'm sorry that you do."
"But a lot of men do smoke," argued Alf. "Jim Ferrers, for instance."
"Ferrers is a grown man, and it would show a lot more respect on your part if a 'kid' like you would call him 'Mr. Ferrers.' But I'll wager that Mr. Ferrers didn't smoke cigarettes at your age."
"I'll bet he did."
"We'll see."
Tom stepped to the doorway of the tent, Alf making way for him, and called lustily:
"Ferrers! Oh, Mr. Ferrers!"
"Here, sir!" answered the voice of a man who was invisible off under the trees. "Want me?"