"I see you've got your fiddle there. You can play the incidental music for the dramas with that; and you can play the pianner for the curios and the intermissions. Dollar a night; what do you say?"
"A dollar a night!" Von Barwig at last caught the man's meaning. He wanted him to play for that amount, at night, and it would not interfere with his teaching in the daytime.
"I only play a very little, just enough to show my pupils," he said deprecatingly.
"Oh, you're all right! You can read music, can't you?"
Von Barwig smiled. "Yes," he replied simply.
"Well, you'll get on to it."
But Von Barwig still held back.
"What's the matter, ain't it enough?"
Von Barwig was silent.
"Damn it all," the showman blurted out. "I'll risk it; a dollar and a half a night. Your long hair is worth that; you look the goods. I'll make a special feature of you—a real professor. Come on inside and take a look at the place. A dollar and a half a night, eight till three; is it a bargain?"