Sounds pretty
good to me. How about you? Shop keeping in it with that, me lord?"
His usually languid glance was sharp, as he eyed his friend.
"Jove!" ejaculated Richard Kendrick, under his breath.
"I thought so. 'Jove!' it is, too--and also Jupiter! You've always said
you'd be ready when I was. Well, I'm ready."
Richard was silent for a long minute, while his friend waited
confidently. Then, "Good luck to you, old Lorry," he said. "It's mighty
fine of you to remember our ancient vow to do that trick some day. And
I'd like to go--you know that. But--I've a previous engagement."
"Not with that fool store up in the backwoods? Can't make me believe
that, you know."
Richard's face was a study.
"Believe it or not, it's a fact. That store is the joint property of
Benson & Company. I'm the Company. I can't desert my partner just as
we're getting the ground under our feet."
"Well--I'll--be--hanged," drawled Lorimer, more heavily than ever, as
was his custom when opposed, "if I see it. You go and help a fellow out
with capital and set him on his feet. You save his pride, I suppose, by
making yourself a partner.
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