to work a little graft on mebbe;
but an artist comes along and slaps him in a picture and he's the
fanciest-looking dope in the art collection. That's me. I got some of my
best spiels from the funniest places! That one this morning is a wonder,
because it don't _listen_ like a spiel. I followed that evangelist yap
around for a week getting his dope down fine. You got to get the
language just right on these things, or they don't carry over."

"Which one is it, Painful?" asked Baker.

"You know; the make-your-work-a-good-to-humanity bluff."

"And all about papa in the 'sixties?"

"That's it."

"'And just don't you _dare_ tell the neighbours?'"

"Correct."

"The whole mountains will know all about it by to-morrow," Baker told
Bob, "and they'll flock up here in droves. It's easy money."

"Half these country yaps have bum teeth, anyway," said Porter.

"And the rest of them think they're sick," stated Wizard Waller.

"It beats a free show for results and expense," said Painless Porter.
"All you got to have is the tents and the Japs and the
Willie-off-the-yacht togs." He sighed. "There ought to be _some_
advantages," he concluded, "to drag a man so far from the street
lights."

"Then this isn't much of a pleasure trip?" asked Bob with some
amusement.

"Pleasure, hell!" snorted Painless, helping himself to a drink. "Say,
honest, how do you fellows that have business up here stick it out? It
gives me the willies!"

One of the Japanese peered into the tent and made a sign.

Painless Porter dropped his voice.

"A dope already," said he. He put on his air, and went out. As Bob and
Baker crossed the enclosed space, they saw him in conversation with a
gawky farm lad from the plains.

"I shore do hate to trouble you, doctor," the boy was saying, "and hit
Sunday, too. But I got a tooth back here--"

Painless Porter was listening with an air of the deepest and gravest
attention.

VII

The charlatan had babbled; but without knowing it he had given Bob what
he sought. He saw all the reasons for what had heretofore been obscure.

Why had he been dissatisfied with business opportunities and successes
beyond the hopes of most young men?

How could he dare criticize the ultimate value of such successes without
criticizing the life work of such men as Welton, as his own father?

What right had he to condemn as insufficient nine-tenths of those in the
industrial world; and yet what else but condemnation did