"Place taken yesterday--no room for any more," he said, abruptly.
Cass grew quite white.

But his old experience in Blazing Star repartee stood him in good stead.

"If it's _your_ place you mean," he said coolly, "I reckon you might put a dozen men in the hole you're rattlin' round in--but it's this advertisement I'm after.

If Bookham isn't in, maybe you'll send me one of the grown-up sons." The production of the advertisement and some laughter from the bystanders had its effect.

The pert young clerk retired, and returned to lead the way to the bank parlor.