“No.”
“How much did you agree to pay for it?” asked Tom, in excitement.
“Nothing. It was given me for a service I rendered the owner.”
“This seems like a fairy tale, Grant. What does it mean?”
“I will tell you;” and Grant related his afternoon’s adventure.
“Hurrah! we’re in luck!” exclaimed Tom, rising to his feet and swinging his hat in excitement. “If what you say is true, we’re made men.”
“I am glad you look upon me as a man,” said Grant, smiling.
“I’m only anticipating a little. I hope,” he added anxiously, “the old man won’t reconsider the matter.”
“Not much chance of it. I haven’t known him long, but I am quite sure that he isn’t that kind of a man.”