Not a business man among the lot." The alternatives, which hove before him like two great banks of cloud, were altering their appearance.

One was becoming faint and tenuous; the other, solid as ever, was just a shade less black.

He lifted his eyes and saw in the near distance the corner of the road which led to his home.

"I must decide before I reach that corner," he told himself.
Then his mind became apathetic.

He began to whistle dismally through his teeth, watching the corner as it came nearer.