Instead of glancing with interest at Mr. Gilman, the black-eyed young man sharply scrutinized Mr. Wix. Then he smiled.
"And what line are you in?" he finally asked of Wix.
"I've been in everything," confessed that joyous young gentleman with a chuckle, "and stayed in nothing. Just now, I'm studying law."
"Doing nothing on the side?"
"Not a thing."
"He can't save any money to go into anything else," laughed Gilman, momentarily awakened into a surprising semblance of life. "Every time he gets fifty dollars he goes out of town to buy a fancy meal."
"You were born for easy money," the black-eyed one advised Wix. "It's that sort of a lip that drives us all into the shearing business."
Wix shook his head.
"Not me," said he. "The law books prove that easy money costs too much."
The black-eyed one shrugged his shoulders.