The young auctioneer knew this could not be done, and he offered to buy the album back at double the price should Podders succeed.
This pleased the farmer, and also many others, and, as a consequence, Matt had a brisk run of luck until closing-up time. The boy felt highly elated, especially when, on counting up the cash, he found he had taken in sixteen dollars, one third of which was profit.
On the following morning another heavy rain came up, and Matt found it of no advantage to open 154 up for business. Shortly after dinner Andy came back from New York, and to him Matt related all that had occurred.
“That’s right, Matt, always stick up when you are in the right, and you’ll come out on top,” said the senior partner of the firm.
Andy had struck several decided bargains in goods in the metropolis, and had invested every dollar of available cash. He had had all of the goods shipped to Phillipsburg, the next stopping place, and said they would most likely find them at the freight depot upon their arrival there.
During the afternoon it cleared up, and people began to drift into the shop. Andy opened up the sale, and by evening both of the partners were quite busy. When he went to supper Matt saw Isaac Marvelling, but the store-keeper only favored him with a deep scowl.
“I suppose he would like to chew my head off if he dared,” laughed the young auctioneer, as he related the occurrence to Andy.
“No doubt of it, Matt. He feels sore, especially as we are selling just such goods as he has displayed in his window, and at about half the price.”
“Well, we won’t worry him after to-night,” smiled Matt, for the start for Phillipsburg was to be made on the following morning.