"
"Very good. I think that is all I need to know."
"About the subsequent payments----" began Orcutt, but Cameron
interrupted him:
"Let us not discuss that now. The better way will be for you to allow
me to draw up the contract, and then to-morrow morning we can go over
it, clause by clause."
"Good idea," agreed Orcutt. "Come on, Wentworth," and leading the way
from the cabin, he spent half an hour strolling about among the tepees
viewing their owners, their _lares_, _penates_ and offspring as he
would have inspected an exhibit at a fair. Tiring of this, he led the
way to a fallen log at the edge of the clearing, and produced his cigar
case.
"How is everything in Terrace City?" asked Wentworth, as he lighted his
cigar.
"Oh, about as usual, I guess. Been so damned busy getting this paper
deal in shape for the last two months that I haven't had much time to
keep track of things. By the way, you remember Hedin--that clerk in
old John McNabb's fur department?"
"Yes, I believe I do."
"Well, old John trusted him to the limit--made a kind of a pet of
him--and what does the fellow do but slip up to the store one night and
steal a Russian sable coat, worth somewhere around thirty thousand.
Then the damned fool, instead of getting out of the country, stayed
right on the job. Of course old John missed the coat next day, and the
night watchman told of Hedin's visit to the store.
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