I was not pleased, because I wished to go
to sleep, not to squabble with loafers.
???What do you want???? I asked.
???Half an hour??™s talk with you cool and
comfortable, in the office,??? said the red-bearded
man. ???We??™d like some drink??”the
Contrack doesn??™t begin yet, Peachey, so you
needn??™t look??”but what we really want is
advice. We don??™t want money. We ask
you as a favor, because you did us a bad
turn about Degumber.???
I led from the press-room to the stifling
office with the maps on the walls, and the
red-haired man rubbed his hands. ???That??™s
something like,??? said he. ???This was the
proper shop to come to. Now, Sir, let me
introduce to you Brother Peachey Carnehan,
that??™s him, and Brother Daniel Dravot, that
is me, and the less said about our professions
the better, for we have been most things in
our time. Soldier, sailor, compositor, photographer,
proof-reader, street-preacher, and
correspondents of the Backwoodsman when
we thought the paper wanted one. Carnehan
is sober, and so am I. Look at us first
and see that??™s sure. It will save you cutting
into my talk. We??™ll take one of your cigars
apiece, and you shall see us light.???
I watched the test. The men were absolutely
sober, so I gave them each a tepid
peg.
???Well and good,??? said Carnehan of the
eyebrows, wiping the froth from his mustache.
???Let me talk now, Dan. We have
been all over India, mostly on foot. We
have been boiler-fitters, engine-drivers, petty
contractors, and all that, and we have decided
that India isn??™t big enough for such
as us.
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