I saw the sign over the door," said Loren. "Let's go down there and get a cigar, and trust to our wits to learn something about him."
The others agreeing to this proposition, Loren led the way to the drug-store, and the three stopped in front of the show-case near the door in which the cigars were kept.
"That's Prime, and I know it," whispered Tom, as a dashing young fellow, who was seated at the further end of the store reading a paper, came up to attend to their wants. "He looks to me like a chap who isn't in the habit of allowing himself to be imposed upon, and that's the sort we want to run with."
"See-gahs? Yes, sir," said the clerk. "Being from the city, you want the best, of course. There you are, sir. Genuine imported."
"How do you know that we are from the city?" inquired Loren, as he made a selection from the box that was placed on the show-case.
"Because I was a city boy myself, until father took it into his head that he wanted to spend a summer at Mount Airy," replied the clerk. "That was a bad move for me, for we
