"I'm going on as soon as my horse is fed, for I'm on a visit to Peyton, and I intend to push as far as Santa Inez still to-night.

I want to talk with you about yourself, Jim," he added gently; "your prospects and your future.

I heard," he went on hesitatingly, "that you were--at work--in a restaurant in San Francisco.
I'm glad to see that you are at least your own master here,"-- he glanced at the wagon.

"You are selling things, I suppose?
For yourself, or another?
Is that team yours?
Come," he added, still pleasantly, but in an older and graver voice, with perhaps the least touch of experienced authority, "be frank, Jim.

Which is it?
Never mind what things you've told IN THERE, tell ME the truth about yourself.