“I'm a gopherman,” said the other.
“What's that?” asked Samuel.
“You'll have to learn to sling the lingo,” said Charlie with a laugh. “It's what you call a burglar.”
Samuel looked at the man in wonder. He was tall and lean, with a pale face and restless dark eyes. He had a prominent nose and a long neck, which gave him a peculiar, alert expression that reminded Samuel of a startled partridge.
“Scares you, hey?” he said. “Well, I wasn't always a gopherman.”
“What were you before that?”
“I was an inventor.”
“An inventor!” exclaimed Samuel.
“Yes. Have you seen the glass-blowing machines here in town?”
“No, I haven't.”