"That would be
expensive fun."
"It would," was the prompt reply. "Cigars cost money."
They jogged on for a few minutes in silence. Then said Captain Obed:
"Well, John, what are you plannin' to do first? After we get into port,
I mean."
"I scarcely know. Look about, perhaps. Possibly try out a boarding-house
and hunt for a prospective office. By the way, Captain, you don't happen
to know of a good, commodious two by four office that I could hire at a
two by four figure, do you? One not so far from the main street that
I should wear out an extravagant amount of shoe leather walking to and
from it?"
More reflection on the captain's part. Then he said:
"Well, I don't know as I don't. John, I'll tell you: I've got a buildin'
of my own. Right abreast the post-office; Henry Cahoon has been usin'
it for a barber-shop. But Henry's quit, and it's empty. The location's
pretty good and the rent--well, you and me wouldn't pull hair over the
rent question, I guess."
"Probably not, but I should insist on paying as much as your barber
friend did. This isn't a charity proposition I'm making you, Captain
Bangs. Oh, let me ask this: Has this--er--office of yours got a good
front window?"
"Front window! What in time--? Yes, I guess likely the front window's
all right. But what does a lawyer want of a front window?"
"To look out of. About all a young lawyer does is look out of the
window. Now about a boarding-place?"
Captain Obed had been waiting for this question.
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