"Don't laugh; I know what I'm talking about," Mr. Boller went on, feverishly almost. "You wait till we get home, Anthony, and we'll talk over all this about opportunity and get it settled. For the matter of that, I can see now that you're dead right!" Johnson Boller said, and there was something almost pathetic in his voice. "You're dead right, Anthony! All you have to do is to stick opportunity before a man long enough and he's bound to chuck a hammerlock into her and slam her down to the mat for keeps! So that's settled, and we don't have to do any experimenting with human subjects. Or if you do have to have a live one to work on, wait till we get home and we'll take Wilkins, Anthony! That'd be better, anyway." He paused, eying his old friend with deep anxiety. Anthony Fry, having thrown back his head, laughed heartily. "Johnson," said he, "the whole trouble with that poor old head of yours is that it is absolutely without the power of visualization! It knows the wool business; it makes thousands and thousands of dollars out of the wool business; but to save its very life it cannot reach out into the abstract!" "It doesn't want to reach into the abstract!" "Well, it should, because it will grow more and more stodgy if it doesn't," Mr. Fry said complacently. "Good gracious, Johnson! Coming to life! Just consider what may be coming to this seat!" "I don't dare!" Johnson Boller said honestly. "An old man, perhaps--one who fancies his opportunities all past and done for. What more vitally interesting than thrusting opportunity upon such a man, Johnson?" "So far as I'm concerned, anything under the sun and----" "Or perhaps a middle-aged failure," Anthony rambled on. "A man just past the age when hope is richest--a man who has seen his chances come and go. I don't know, Johnson, but I rather believe that I'm hoping for a middle-aged man." "Yes, one that's weak enough to gag before he can yell for the police," Johnson Boller grunted. "Now, Anthony, before you----" "Or best of all, perhaps, an average young man," smiled the experimenter. "That would really be the most interesting sort of subject, Johnson--just a plain chap, not fully matured, not soured by disappointment nor rendered too sophisticated by contact with the world. On the whole, I really hope that a young man is coming!" And now, for a time, Johnson Boller said nothing at all. There was always the chance that Anthony might work it out of his system in talk--there was the other chance, growing rosier and rosier by the minute, that the odd chair had not been sold at all.