Still he did not admit the
agent into his confidence. But this active and scheming mind was not
long without employment. Mr. Bullion had seen him in frequent
communication with Sandford, and thereby formed a high opinion of his
shrewdness and tact; for he knew that Sandford was very wary in
selecting his associates. He sought Fletcher.
"Young man," said Bullion, pointing his wisp of an eyebrow at him, "do
you want a job? Few words and keep mum. Yes or no?"
"Yes," said Fletcher, decidedly.
"I like your pluck," said Bullion.
"It doesn't take much pluck to follow Mr. Bullion's lead."
"None of your nonsense. How do you know anything about me, or what I am
going to do? I may fail to-morrow,--God forbid!--but when the wind
comes, it's the tall trees that are knocked over."
Fletcher thought the comparison rather ludicrous for a man standing on
such remarkably short pegs, but he said nothing.
"I mean to sell a few shares of stock, and I want you to do the
business. I am not to be known in it."
Fletcher bowed, and asked what the stocks were.
"No matter; any you can sell to advantage. I haven't a share, but I
needn't tell you _that_ doesn't make any difference.
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