All day long our hero worked to get orders, and in nearly every case he had to show up the rival’s books alongside of his own. He was highly successful, and by night had orders for nine volumes, and one party had asked him to call again about the famous set of novels.
“The circulars have done a whole lot of good,” he thought, as he walked toward his boarding house. “This is the best day’s business in some time. I wonder how Grant Deems likes the move I made?”
He was still some distance from Miss Littell’s house when he came face to face with Grant Deems, who was standing behind a big tree.
“See here, what are you up to?” demanded the rival book agent, sourly.
“What do you mean, Deems?” asked Frank, quietly.
“You know well enough what I mean. A nice circular you got up about my books!”
“Do you think that circular applies to your books?”
“Of course you meant me! I’ve a good mind to thrash you as you deserve.”
“You had better not try it.”
“Why?”