"Oh, I see!" And the drummer gave his old friend a playful thumb-thrust
in the ribs. "And so you are helping him out with that gun and rod?
Well, that’s _one_ way of doing business, but it is far from my
method—the method that is forced on me, my boy. When you get to a town
on the four-o’clock afternoon train and have to get five sample trunks
from the train to a hotel, scrap like the devil over who gets to use the
best sample-room, finally buy your way in through porters as rascally as
you are, then unpack, see the best man in town, sell him, or lose your
job, pack again, trunks to excess-baggage scales—more cash and tips, and
lies as to weight—and you roll away at midnight and try to nap sitting
bolt-upright in the smoker—well, I say, you won’t find that sort of
thing in the gun-and-fishing-pole line. It’s the sort of work, Chester,
that will make you wish you were dead. Good Lord, I don’t blame you one
bit. In England they would call you one of the gentry, and, being an
only son, you could tie up with an heiress and so on to a green old age
of high respectability; but as for me, well, I had to dig, and I went in
for it."
"I had no idea you would ever become a drummer," Langdon said, as he
admired his friend’s attire. Such tasty ties, shirts, and bits of
jewelry that Masters wore, and such well brushed and pressed clothes
were rarely seen in the country, and Langdon still had the good ideas of
dress he had brought from college, and this was one extravagance his
father cheerfully allowed him.
"It seemed the best thing for me," smiled the drummer. "I have a cousin
who is a big stockholder in my house, and he got the job for me. I’ve
been told several times by other members of the firm that I’d have been
fired long ago but for that family pull. I’ve made several mistakes,
sold men who were rotten to the core, and caused the house to lose money
in several instances, and, well—poker, old man. Do you still play?"
"Not often, out here," said Langdon; "this is about the narrowest,
church-going community you ever struck. I suppose you have a good deal
of fun travelling about."
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