"That's true, but age isn't always an advantage. He looks smart, and I'll guarantee that he is all he looks. I claim to be something of a judge of human nature too."
"No doubt you're right," said Mr. Flint, who was accustomed to defer considerably to his more impetuous partner. "What's the young man's name?"
"You've got me there," said Mr. Pusher, laughing. "If I ever knew, which is doubtful, I've forgotten."
"My name is Walter Conrad," said our hero.
"Very good. Well, Conrad," continued Mr. Pusher, in an off-hand manner, "what are your wishes? What book do you want to take hold of?"
"You mentioned a book the other day,—'Scenes in Bible Lands.'"
"Yes, our new book. That would be as good as any to begin on. How's the territory, Mr. Flint?"
Mr. Flint referred to a book.
"Most of the territory near by is taken up," he said. "Does Mr. Conrad wish to operate near home?"
"I would rather go to a distance," said Walter.