Understand you wanted to help fellow out of the ditch--good old
Benson--most worthy. Couldn't help him out without getting in yourself?
But going to get out soon as possible, of course? Unthinkable for Rich
Kendrick to be a country shopkeeper!"
"Unthinkable, is it? Wait till you see the shop. It's the most fun I
ever had. Get out? Not by a long shot. I'm in for keeps."
"Not you. With the Kendrick establishments waiting for you to come into
your own? Which will mean, in your case, becoming the nominal head of a
great system, while it continues to be run for you, as now, by a lot of
trained heads under salary--big salary."
"Great idea of my future you have, Lorry, haven't you? Well, I can't
wonder. I've been doing my best for all the years of my life to implant
that idea in your mind. But, what about you? What are you at, yourself?
You said you had a plan."
"He asks what I'm 'at,'" remarked Belden Lorimer to the rural landscape
through which the car was passing. "Ever know me to be 'at' anything?
It's as much as I can do to support life until I can be off on my next
little travel-plan. It's me for a leisurely cruise around the world, in
the governor's little old boat--the _Ariel_--painted up within an inch
of her life, brass all shining, lockers filled, a first-class cook
engaged, and a brand-new skipper and crew--picked men.
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