for closing and he had been busily occupied all day. Besides, he had an
engagement at the pool-room and thought he would be late. If so, a man
whom he knew he could beat would probably begin a game with somebody
else, and he would miss an opportunity of winning two or three dollars.
This was annoying, because Drummond needed the money, but he had other
grounds for feeling dissatisfied.

Keeping store was monotonous and rather humiliating work that left one
very little time for amusement. He could drive a fast horse as well as
other young men he met up town, play a clever card game, and beat his
friends at pool. His talents were obviously wasted in measuring
dry-goods and weighing flour. Moreover, since meeting Stormont he had
been extravagant and got into debt. There was no need to be economical
when he had been promised a share in a rich mining claim.

Then he wondered with misgivings what the farmer who had gone into the
back office was talking about, and hearing angry voices, felt sorry he
had made some alterations in the man's order. Certain stale goods
carried a commission if the salesman could work them off, but the thing
needed tact and a knowledge of the customer's temper. Drummond feared he
had been imprudent.

In the meantime, he looked about the store with a feeling of disgust.
The long room, with its cracked, board walls and dusty floor, was
uncomfortably warm, and smelt of hot iron, dry-goods, and old cheese.
Drummond had neglected to regulate the draught when he filled the rusty
stove, and now felt that one could not expect a spirited young man to
spend his days in such a place. Anyhow, it was after closing time, and
sitting on the counter he lighted a cigarette, letting it stick to his
under lip. This was the latest fashion and gave one a sporting look.