“Huh?” Kid dragged his eyes from the text and looked over the top of the volume.
“What’s Tinkham’s Throat-Ease?” demanded Stanley Pierce.
“The best remedy for coughs, colds, pneumonia, sore throat——”
“Also good on bread,” interpolated Dick Gardner.
“Bronchitis, tonsilitis and all affections of the throat and repsi—” Kid floundered—“repsi—repsitory organs.”
“Fine! But what about it?” asked Steve Lovell. “Why do I get a card on my bureau? What’s the idea?”
Kid closed the encyclopedia carefully, so that no tell-tale edges of the story paper were visible, and laid it aside. He was sorry to abandon Hairbreadth Harry in the gulch surrounded by a horde of shrieking redskins, but business was business!
“I put the card there, Steve. I’m the agent in this territory for Tinkham’s, you see.”
“You! What for? Who said so?”