"My name is Lenox," and they shook hands--that is, John grasped the ends of four limp fingers.

After they had subsided into their seats, Chet's opaquely bluish eyes made another tour of inspection, in curiosity and wonder.
"You alwus lived in the city ?" he said at last.
"It has always been my home," was the reply.
"What put it in your head to come up here ?" with another stare.
"It was at Mr.Harum's suggestion," replied John, not with perfect candor; but he was not minded to be drawn out too far.
"D'ye know Dave ?" "I have never met him." Mr.Timson looked more puzzled than ever.
"Ever ben in the bankin' bus'nis ?" "I have had some experience of such accounts in a general way." "Ever keep books ?" "Only as I have told you," said John, smiling at the little man.
"Got any idee what you'll have to do up here ?" asked Chet.
"Only in a general way." "Wa'al," said Mr.Timson, "I c'n tell ye; an', what's _more_, I c'n tell ye, young man, 't you hain't no idee of what you're undertakin', an' ef you don't wish you was back in New York 'fore you git through I ain't no guesser." "That is possible," said John readily, recalling his night and his breakfast that morning.
"Yes, sir," said the other.

"Yes, _sir_; if you do what I've had to do, you'll do the hull darned thing, an' nobody to help you but Pele Hopkins, who don't count fer a row o' crooked pins.

As fer's Dave's concerned," asserted the speaker with a wave of his hands, "he don't know no more about bankin' 'n a cat.

He couldn't count a thousan' dollars in an hour, an', as for addin' up a row o' figures, he couldn't git it twice alike, I don't believe, if he was to be hung for't." "He must understand the meaning of his own books and accounts, I should think," remarked John.
"Oh," said Chet scornfully, "anybody c'd do that.