“Hullo!” cried Josiah Bean. “What are you doin' here?”
“I got a room overnight,” answered our hero.
“We're stopping here, too. This is my friend, Mr. Henry Davis.”
“Good morning,” said the slick-looking man. He did not seem to fancy meeting Joe.
They sat down close at hand and, while eating, the farmer asked Joe half a dozen questions.
He spoke about his own business until Henry Davis nudged him in the side.
“I wouldn't tell that boy too much,” he said in a low tone.
“Oh, he's all right,” answered the old farmer.
Joe heard the slick-looking individual's words and they made his face burn. He looked at the man narrowly and made up his mind he was not a fellow to be desired for an acquaintance.
Having finished, our hero paid his bill and left the restaurant. He scarcely knew which way to turn, but resolved to look over the newspapers first and see if any positions were offered.