Father Benicio nodded paternally.
"A little behind the times in warfare, as in everything else. However, Señor Strawbridge, if I can bring my influence to bear in any way to promote your interest, I hope you will not hesitate to call on me."
The drummer was genuinely touched.
"Why, thanks, Father Benicio; I appreciate that."
The priest gave a rather bloodless smile.
"I am glad to assist you because, if you will allow me to say it, your sincerity of purpose deserves assistance. I have always admired the enterprise you North Americans exhibit. For instance, I cannot think of any other man than a North American who would have the moral courage to put by every incentive to misuse his position for his own personal advancement, and remain true to his employers."
The American blew out a puff of smoke, removed and looked at his cigar, and said in a tone that varied by a hair from his normal hearty voice:
"That's a very nice compliment, Father; I hope I am worthy of it."
"I am sure you are. You know there are so many temptations, in this country, into which a man can fall and forsake his business obligations."