Fine, sporty thing to do. But you've done it.
You've contributed the capital. Can't reasonably suppose you
contribute anything else. If you don't mind my saying it,
your--previous--training--"
"Doesn't make me indispensable to the success of the business? Hardly,
as yet. But for the very reason that I lack training, I've got to stay
and get it."
"Take lessons in shopkeeping from Hugh Benson?"
"Exactly. And from Alf Carson. He's our manager."
"Don't know him. But from the way you allude to him I judge
he has the details at his fingers-ends. That's all right.
Leave--him--on--the--job."
"I will--and stay myself."
Richard's eyes were straight ahead, as the eyes of a man must be whose
powerful car is running at high speed along a none too smoothly surfaced
portion of state road. Therefore the glances of the two young men could
not meet. But Lorimer's eyes could silently scan the well-cut profile
presented to his view against the green of the fields beyond.
"Never observed," said he, with a peculiar inflection, "just
how--rock-like--that chin of yours is, Rich. Reminds me of your
grandfather's, for fair.
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