“There is a money drawer under the seat,” went on Mr. Maverick. “In it you will find some cash, which you will need.”
Bob shook his head. There was too much of a lump in his throat to say anything. Good fortune seemed to have come all in a heap.
“Does it suit you?” asked Grace, watching him curiously.
“It more than suits,” burst out Bob. “Why I—I can’t thank you enough. You have made me the happiest chap in Stampton.”
“I have not finished yet,” said Mr. Maverick. “Now you have the outfit, I believe you are almost capable of doing the work I wish done.”
“I will do whatever I can for you,” returned Bob, quickly. “And I won’t charge you a cent.”
“In that case you can’t do anything. But this work is for the railroad.”
“And what is it?”
“We intend before long to get up a new guide book of the route, and our superintendent thinks we ought to get out a fine illustrated work similar to those put out by some of the larger roads. For that purpose we will have to send out a man to take at least thirty or forty of the finest views obtainable for photo-engravings. I have spoken to Mr. Starleigh—met him just before I returned home—and he thinks with a little coaching you could do this work very well.”
“I would do my best,” returned Bob, with sparkling eyes.