"A pleasant day, my friend," he said, affably.
"Who said I was your friend?" returned Carden, with a growl.
"I assumed it, since you have no reason to be my enemy," said the other, not in the least put out by the roughness with which his greeting was received.
"I don't know you, and I don't want to," continued Carden.
"Really, you are very frank," laughed the new acquaintance. "A trifle rough, perhaps, but I like sincerity. You are no hypocrite, my friend."
"I should like to hear anybody call me so," said Carden, defiantly.
"I won't be the one at any rate. However, its dry talking in the street. Suppose we go in here (they were just passing a drinking saloon) and drink to our better acquaintance."
He could have said nothing better calculated to soften Carden's asperity.
"I believe you're a trump, after all," said the canvas man, in a changed tone.