"Oh, well—" Strawbridge wagged his head—"push your business or your business will push you. Never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day. Why, there might be a German salesman in here to-morrow with another line of goods!"
"Is a German salesman coming?" asked the colonel, quickly.
"Oh, no, no, no! I said there might be." Strawbridge reached into an inner pocket, drew out and flipped open a silver case. "Have a cigar."
"No, thank you." The colonel hesitated, and added, "I don't smoke after twelve o'clock at night."
Strawbridge jumped up.
"Good Lord! is it as late as that?"
The colonel thought it was.
"By the way," interrupted the drummer, "I'm to go with you to San Geronimo. The old man said so. I'll get the hang of things down there. I suppose it pays—this revolting—or the old man wouldn't stay in the business."
As the colonel simply stood, Strawbridge continued his desultory remarks: