"Who is it?"
"George Van Pelt."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" exclaimed old Maxwell. "I thought he wanted the stand himself."
"He couldn't raise the money. Here he comes now."
Nelson beckoned to Van Pelt, and soon both were hard at work cleaning up the stand. They talked the matter over and agreed to give old Maxwell a dollar more, if he would come around for two mornings and explain whatever proved strange to them.
"Sure, I'll do it," said Maxwell. "I want you to get the best of the man up on the elevated station and the man on the next block. They are both mean fellows and don't deserve any trade."
"We intend to hustle and get all the trade we can," said our hero.
It must be confessed that he felt very proud of his situation. He was no longer a mere newsboy, but a business man, and he felt, somehow, as if he had grown several inches taller.
"We must have a sign," said Van Pelt. "What will we make it—Van Pelt & Pepper, Newsdealers?"