“Why, yes,” answered Galbraithe, fumbling for his case. The group watched him with some curiosity, and Harding, the youngest man, scenting a story, pushed to the front. With so many eyes upon him Galbraithe grew so confused that he couldn’t find his card case.
“I’m sure I had it with me,” he apologized. “Remember where you were last night?” inquired Green.
“Just got in this morning,” answered Galbraithe. “I—here it is.”
He drew out a card and handed it to Green. The group gathered closer and read it.
“Harvey L. Galbraithe, Moran County Courier.”
Green solemnly extended his hand.
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Galbraithe. Up here on business, or pleasure?”
“I used to work here,” explained Galbraithe. “I came up on a vacation to see the boys.”
“Used to work on this sheet?” exclaimed Green, as though doubting it.
“I left in nineteen seven,” answered Galbraithe.