Just behind him, however, was a little, dried-up man with a complexion the color of old parchment, with sandy, stubby hair shot with gray, and a stubby gray beard shot with red.

His lips were a wide straight line, as grim as judgment day.

He walked with a slight stoop, but with a quick staccato step which betokened great nervous energy, a quality which the alert expression of his beady eyes confirmed with distinct emphasis.
"Hello, Creamer!" hailed Sam to this gentleman.

"I didn't expect to see you here quite so soon." "You had every right to expect me," snapped the little man querulously.
"After all the experimenting I have done for you boys, you had every reason to keep me posted on all your movements; and yet I reckon if I hadn't been in your office yesterday evening when Jack said he was coming down here, you would not have notified me until you had your company all formed.

Then I suppose you'd have written to tell me how much stock you had assigned to me.