Frank was more convinced than ever that the fellow was a sharper. His eyes had a look in them that could not be trusted.
“I’d not trust him with a single tub of butter,” he told himself. “I don’t believe he’d ever send a cent back for it. That company may be nothing but a fake concern.” And in that latter surmise the young book agent hit the nail on the head. He was destined to meet Gabe Flecker again, and in a most unexpected manner.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE WOULD-BE ACTOR
The remainder of the day proved uneventful. Frank collected for all of the books sold, and took two orders. He also left his card with a druggist who was very much interested in the set of famous novels, and who promised to write to the young book agent later on the subject.
Business proved to be far from encouraging in Camperville, and after one day spent in the village, the young book agent took again to the farms lying for a distance of five miles on all sides. Here in the first day he sold four books, and once more his spirits arose.
“It’s a sort of see-saw game—first up and then down,” he thought. “But as long as I can make ten dollars or more a week at it I’ll stick to it.”
On Wednesday afternoon our hero had a rather amusing experience. As he was passing a brook he discovered a boy who was fishing and talking loudly to himself.
“I’d not do it for all the gold in the world! Stand back, I tell you, stand back!” came from the youth, who was seated on a rock.
“Hullo! that fellow must be crazy,” murmured Frank.