Bobby knew that he would lie and use profane language; that he spent his Sundays by the river, or in roaming through the woods; and that he played truant from school as often as the fear of the rod would permit; and the boy that would do all these things certainly would steal if he got a good chance.

Our hero's judgment, therefore, of the case was not favorable to the bully, and he would have thanked him to stay away from the river while he was there.
"Hallo, Bob! How are you ?" shouted Tom, when he had come within hailing distance.
"Very well," replied Bobby, rather coolly.
"Been to Boston, they say." "Yes." "Well, how did you like it ?" continued Tom, as he seated himself on the rock near our hero.
"First rate." "Been to work there ?" "No." "What have you been doing ?" "Travelling about." "What doing ?" "Selling books." "Was you, though?
Did you sell any ?" "Yes, a few." "How many ?" "O, about fifty." "You didn't, though--did you?
How much did you make ?" "About fifteen dollars." "By jolly! You are a smart one, Bobby.

There are not many fellows that would have done that." "Easy enough," replied Bobby, who was not a little surprised at this warm commendation from one whom he regarded as his enemy.
"You had to buy the books first--didn't you ?" asked Tom, who began to manifest a deep interest in the trade.
"Of course; no one will give you the books." "What do you pay for them ?" "I buy them so as to make a profit on them," answered Bobby, who, like a discreet merchant, was not disposed to be too communicative.
"That business would suit me first rate." "It is pretty hard work." "I don't care for that.

Don't you believe I could do something in this line ?" "I don't know; perhaps you could." "Why not, as well as you ?" This was a hard question; and, as Bobby did not wish to be uncivil, he talked about a big pout he hauled in at that moment, instead of answering it.

He was politic, and deprecated the anger of the bully; so, though Tom plied him pretty hard, he did not receive much satisfaction.
"You see, Tom," said he, when he found that his companion insisted upon knowing the cost of the books, "this is a publisher's secret; and I dare say they would not wish every one to know the cost of books.