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Rh goods. They said he had been selling goods there every night for a week."

"Those are the fellows who make money," returned Andrew Dilks. "Here in the city the business is done to death. Give a man a good team of horses and a wagon, and enough money to stock up, and he can travel from place to place and make a small fortune."

"I believe you. Why don't you start out?"

"I haven't enough money, that's the only reason."

"How much would it take?"

"The price of the turnout, from two hundred dollars up, and about a hundred dollars for stock. You know stock can be purchased as often as desired."

"By crickety! If I had the money I would go in with you!" cried Matt, caught with a sudden idea. "That sort of thing would just suit me."

"You? Why I thought you were a city boy, a clerk"

"So I am. But my Uncle Dan always called me a rolling stone, and that hits it exactly. I am tired of New York, and I would jump at the first chance to get out of it and see some of the country."

"Then you are like me," returned Andrew Dilks warmly. He was quite taken with Matt's candor.