? ? ? ? "Yes--to you," and his fellow passenger laughed.
? ? ? ? Rodney laughed too, for he saw that the remark was meant to be jocose.
? ? ? ? He put his gripsack on the floor at his feet, but held the casket in his lap. He did not like to run any risk with that.
? ? ? ? "Are you a drummer?" asked the stout man, with a glance at the casket.
? ? ? ? "No, sir."
? ? ? ? "I thought you might be, and that THAT might contain your samples."
? ? ? ? "No, sir. That is private property."
? ? ? ? He had thought of telling what it contained, but checked himself. He knew nothing of his companion, and was not sure how far it might be safe to trust a stranger.
? ? ? ? "I used to be a drummer myself--in the jewelry line--" continued his companion, "and I carried a box just like that."
? ? ? ? "Ah, indeed! Then you are not in that business now?"
? ? ? ? "No, I got tired of it. I deal in quite a different article now."
? ? ? ? "Indeed?"
? ? ? ? "Suburban lot."
? ? ? ? "You don't happen to have any of them with you?"
? ? ? ? The stout man roared with laughter, giving Rodney the impression that he had said a very witty thing.
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