“Sorry? How?”
“Never mind how. I will not allow anybody to run down the books I am selling.”
“Oh, go on and jump in the river!” growled Grant Deems, and walked away.
His manner angered Frank exceedingly, and when, a little later, he visited a store and learned that the rival agent had stated that the Vincent books were “old plugs and no good at all,” his temper arose to a point where he felt like pitching into Grant Deems in earnest.
“Is there a printer in town?” he asked of the storekeeper.
“Oh, yes, Barry Leeds does all sorts of small jobs,” returned the storekeeper.
“Where is his office?”
“Back of his house, the fourth up this street.”
“Thank you.”
Our hero lost no time in seeking out the printer, who was a young fellow, and willing to jump at any job which presented itself.