``Perhaps. But unfortunately I don't happen
to carry your pocketbook.''

``You may, if you like. I'll hand it over any
time,'' grinned Calderwell.

``Thanks. You know well enough what I
mean,'' shrugged the other.

There was a moment's silence; then Calderwell
queried:

``Arkwright, how old are you?''

``Twenty-four.''

``Good! Then you're merely travelling to
supplement your education, see?''

``Oh, yes, I see. But something besides my
education has got to be supplemented now, I reckon.''

``What are you going to do?''

There was an almost imperceptible hesitation;
then, a little shortly, came the answer:

``Hit the trail for Grand Opera, and bring up,
probably--in vaudeville.''