You, sare, first midsheepman who came here." "You have a neat little place," continued Brimmer.

"And this ginger ale," holding up his glass, "is good.

You'll have trade enough by-and-by." "You tell other midsheepmen they come here, sare ?" asked Tony hopefully.
"Why, yes; I think perhaps I can send you a bit of trade," replied Brimmer.

The young man's father was a politician, and a prosperous one.

The son had learned the wisdom of making friends wherever he could, since there could be no telling when a friend anywhere might be useful.
"You come with me, sare," urged Tony, taking a gentle hold on Brimmer's arm, and leading him to the rear of the store.
Tony threw open a door, revealing a rear room in which were three tables.
"Maybe midsheepmen like play cards, sometimes," suggested Tony, with a grin.
"Great!" cried Brimmer.