“I may go there some day.”
“Come along,” said Druce, “the more the merrier.”
“Say, Mr. Druce,” asked Harvey, now completely taken in by the ingratiating stranger, “what’s your business?”
“Mine, why—” The man moved toward Elsie as he spoke, gazing at her steadily.
“Yes, you’ve got one, haven’t you?” persisted Harvey.
Druce seemed confused for a moment. Then his face broke into a genial smile. Both Elsie and Spencer were watching him curiously.
“Sure, I’ve got a business. It’s a mighty profitable one, too. I’m a dealer in live stock.”
“Oh, cattle?” said Harvey.
“You got me,” was the casual response, “just cattle.”