"I can, of course, trust you, Professor," Wyeth replied; "but the last one I trusted, and who took eighteen copies out for the purpose of delivery, has not shown up since."
"Indeed! Did he send the books back, or leave them somewhere?"
"He left them somewhere—several where's."
"Then you—ah—got them back?"
"Not yet."
"But you will?"
"Not likely. The people he left them with paid him $1.50 a copy therefor, but I have charged that to the dust, and it has rained since. You think over this proposition and come back tomorrow morning, and we will get down to business. Should you decide to take it up, I shall be glad to have you accompany me an afternoon, and hear me spiel it."
The following morning, full of book selling, Slim was on hand. Moreover, he wished to begin that morning, but, as Sidney had made no arrangement to that end, he was compelled to wait until the afternoon.
"I used to sell books in South Carolina," he said later, as he was looking through the book.
"You have had some experience then," commented Wyeth.