CHAPTER VIII
A STEP FORWARD
The return trip took three hours. It was just five o'clock when the wagons drew up in front of the store front building on Cedar Street, in Greenville.
A man whom Mr. Buckner had hired was sweeping out the place. With his aid and that of another helper, the big packing cases were stowed in the main floor room as Frank wanted them.
Frank had just paid off the two outsiders, when the man he had leased the wagons from drove up in a light vehicle. He was all smiles. He looked over the horses and turned to Frank.
"Mistah Newton, sah," he observed, "the mussiful man am kind to his beast. Ah see dem hosses in good trim, sah, and am obleeged. Sah, you am a good-luck boy. Like to hire you as my manager, sah, ef I had enough money. Ha! Ha!"
"Where does the good luck come in, Mr. Johnson?" inquired Frank smilingly.
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