She said, as though suddenly remembering, "I've got a dollar."

"And for the rest might we have bread and chicken?"

"Oh, sure! I'll get it right now!"

She ran into the kitchen, lingered a few minutes, and returned with a

large package, one almost as large, and a small parcel. Jeff smacked his

lips. The largest package could contain nothing less than the better

part of a roast chicken, the one nearly as large must be a whole loaf of

bread, and she pressed all three on him.

"Some butter for your bread, an' here's the dollar. You comin' through

again?"

"When I do, ma'am, you have an honored place on my list of valued

customers."

"Then you will stop?"

"Most certainly."

"Be sure now."

"Ma'am, you have the word of Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd."

Jeff strode happily down the road, and he had cheated his customer in no

way. Tarrant Enterprises was always ready to barter, for Jeff had long

since learned that money must be spent. Now he had a meal as good as any

the best inns served and he had it for half of what he would have paid

in cash. But the woman was happy too, and that always made for a fair

deal.

When he came to where the two valleys made one, Jeff left the road and

sought the railroad tracks. Last night he had slept in a haystack, but

it was far from an ideal bed. Jeff had not resented the mice, for he

thought mice were interesting. The hay itself had been old, filled with

seeds and thistles, and tonight he wanted a better camp. It was always

possible to find one along a railroad.

As it always did when he sighted potential customers, Jeff's interest

quickened when he saw two men with a handcar beside them, working on the

tracks. He came abreast of them, two sweating, bewhiskered men who, even

on this bright day, managed to look sullen.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

They glowered at him from beneath bushy eyebrows, and looked meaningly

at each other.

"Beat it, peddler."

Jeff laughed merrily. "What a refreshing sense of humor! Such an

intelligent bit of wisdom! You are just the men I hoped to meet! I

represent Tarrant--"

"Beat it, peddler."

"Now just think about that! Reconsider! If--"

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