SOMETHING WRONG


"What is it, Dave? " inquired Hiram, tracing a sudden seriousness in
the manner of his comrade.

Dave did not reply. With a thoughtful air he passed the telegram to
Hiram.

"Wonder what's up?" queried the latter.

"I can't imagine," said Dave.

"They tell you to cancel your dates," went on Hiram, looking very
much worried.

"Yes, that's what bothers me," replied Dave.

"And to come on to the factory at once."

"Perhaps they want to pay me off and let me go," suggested Dave,
pretending to smile.

"Don't take any trouble on your mind on that score," cried Hiram.
"They'd search a long time before they'd find a better demonstrator
than you are."

"Thank you Hiram," said Dave. "The telegram is plain."

"Yes, cancel all dates."