I don't know enough to be able to command a position as law clerk,--there aren't many pay jobs of that sort in a town like this." "I suppose that's true," assented Bassett.

"I suppose I shall always regret I didn't hang on at the law, but I had other interests that conflicted.

But I'm a member of the bar, as I probably told you at Fraserville, and I have a considerable library stored away." "That," laughed Dan, "is susceptible of two interpretations." "Oh, I don't mean it's in my head; it's in a warehouse in Fraserville." The grimness of Bassett's face in repose was an effect of his close-trimmed mustache.

He was by no means humorless and his smile was pleasant.

Dan felt drawn to him again as at Fraserville.