“But you can't! Now look here, the farmers have had a pretty good season; you can always sell a farmer improved machinery, and I understand you can secure an agency without any capital to speak of.”
“Why don't you try something of the sort?” asked Landray.
Gibbs shook his head.
“I'm too old a man, Steve, to knock about the country the way I'd have to; besides, I'm getting ready to start up in business.”
“Start up in what?” cried Stephen.
“In a small way in the licker business,” said the general with dignity.
“You mean a saloon?”
The general averted his eyes.
“Well, yes—it will have to be retail—I suppose you might almost call it a saloon,” he admitted reluctantly.
“We are coming down between us, general,” said Landray with a scornful laugh.