“That's him over there with that drummer.”
“Is it Mr. Shull or Mr. Cox?”
“That's Shull; Cox won't be here for an hour yet; he don't get up till the school bell rings.”
I saw the young man was talkative, so I prodded for more information. “Who is that drummer?”
“I don't know his name; he's selling revolvers from More & Less, of New York.”
This was fun for me, and I wished I was out of the way, and out of the town. I concluded that the best thing I could do would be to interview some one else immediately, and I started off at once.
CHAPTER XV.
I think a man often does better work when he is spurred on by anxiety. I had seen More & Less's man in the store across the street, so I determined I would do my best at Bingham's and not get whipped out of the town. Mr. Bingham met me as if he wished I was somewhere else, but I was too eager to sell to care very much about his manner. I told him my story as well as I could, and insisted that if he needed anything in my line I could do him good.