"All right; have your own way, my lad."
"We'll give you a mortgage on the stand," said George Van Pelt.
"Never mind the mortgage. I believe I can read faces, and I'll take the boy's word," answered Mr. Barrow.
Hauling out a fat pocketbook, he counted out five new ten-dollar bills and passed them over to our hero.
"There you are," he said. "I would rather you would keep them. But if not, you can pay the amount back whenever it is convenient." And he passed over his business card. A few minutes later he hurried on.
"He's a brick!" was George Van Pelt's comment. "Now we can buy the stand."
"All right," answered Nelson. "But I want to get rid of my morning papers first."
"Well, I have several books to deliver. I'll do that, and then we can meet at the stand after dinner."
So it was agreed, and the pair separated.
Business continued good with our hero, and by eleven o'clock he had sold out. Anxious to look the stand over, he hurried off in that direction.