David Lannarck, Midget

But rather than go through the work of getting them ready, Mr. Welborn is willing to take an even hundred for the two. Better still, he'll let you make a note for the hundred due in ninety days--or say Christmas. By that time you've got the bears sold and your note paid, and jingling the difference."

Fisheye was squinting through the slats. "I wish we had 'em out whar a man could see what he's buying."

"Haven't you got an empty cage where we could turn them out in the daylight?" asked the sales manager.

"Shore I have. I jist got pie Rip's cage all cleaned out an ready fer what come."

"Well, get it open. Cut loose the trailer, Mr. Welborn, and we will back it in by hand. Here, Happy, you and Joe help push this trailer in to where Fisheye shows you. These cubs need initiating anyhow."

The trailer was unhooked and carefully backed in through a passage laid out by the versatile Fisheye. A door was opened in one of the unplaced cages and the little bears pushed out into a new wor