"It will mean the biggest chance for your pictures you've ever had," he
broke in. "Now, listen!"
And, to her complete surprise, Miss Hastings suddenly found herself
doing that very thing.
"There are a lot of things I've got to find out right away," continued
the astonishing stranger, "and the clerk up there tells me you're
painting a series of Indian portraits."
The little art teacher gazed at him fascinated. What manner of man could
this be, she wondered.
"I don't see the connection - " Coldness struggled with curiosity in her
voice.
"Listen!" With uplifted, peremptory hand again he stopped her. Nor is it
safe to say that any book agent, watching the door slowly closing upon
him, ever talked faster, or more rigidly to the point, than did Blair
within the next few minutes.
"Perhaps you won't understand it all right off. I wouldn't expect that.
But it's this way. I'm representing Harper's, and Houghton and Mifflin,
and Dodd and Mead, and - several other firms" (to satisfy his conscience
Blair contended with himself that he might as well as not have been
their representative - a mere oversight on their part ought not to be
allowed to stand in his way), "and I'm out here to find the best
illustrator I can lay hands on to do the pictures for some Indian stuff
I'm getting into shape for one of 'em.
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