“That was quite a company you had this afternoon,” I said, reaching the end of my resources.
“Yes. Nice gentlemen. Yes.” And he rolled the long, unlighted cigar between his lips.
“Cattlemen, I suppose?”
“Cattlemen. Yes.”
“Business all right, I hope?”
“Well, no worse than usual.”
Here again we came to an end, and I rose to go.
“Seen your friend McDonough yet?” said he, still sitting.
“Why, how do you know he’s a friend of mine?”
“Says so every time he comes into the Post.”