"The big bag," Hector repeated.
"Eh?" Mr. Perkins jerked suddenly.
"I want to see the big bag."
The agent found his voice.
"Hell, that's my stock," he protested. "My samples are in this."
And he pulled the small bag down.
"All right, my buck," Hector thought. "I understand."
They looked over the books together.
"Well, you've a fine stock," Hector asserted, after a time. "Now, I'll tell you where to find me in Regina. Come up there when you're next in town and I'll buy twenty books from you."
"Say, that's real white of you, Mr. Adair. An' I'll be there first chance."