This person nodded in response to our friend's "Good morning," and anticipated his inquiry by saying: "You lookin' for Dave ?" "I am looking for Mr.Harum," said John.

"Is he in the office ?" "He hain't come in yet," was the reply.

"Up to the barn, I reckon, but he's liable to come in any minute, an' you c'n step into the back room an' wait fer him," indicating the direction with a wave of his hand.
Business had not begun to be engrossing, though the bank was open, and John had hardly seated himself when Timson came into the back room and, taking a chair where he could see the counter in the front office, proceeded to investigate the stranger, of whose identity he had not the smallest doubt.

But it was not Mr.Timson's way to take things for granted in silence, and it must be admitted that his curiosity in this particular case was not without warrant.

After a scrutiny of John's face and person, which was not brief enough to be unnoticeable, he said, with a directness which left nothing in that line to be desired, "I reckon you're the new man Dave's ben gettin' up from the city." "I came up yesterday," admitted John.
"My name's Timson," said Chet.
"Happy to meet you," said John, rising and putting out his hand.