"Yet there is a possibility of it. Don't suppose that I am particularly interested in this Carver. So far as I am concerned, I should not object to your succeeding him."
"What does all this mean?" thought Grit.
"If you should do so, I might have a proposal to make to you that would be to your advantage."
Knowing what he did, Grit very well understood what was meant. Johnson, no doubt, wished to hire him to betray the confidence reposed in him by the bank, and deliver up any valuable package entrusted to him for a money consideration. Like any right-minded and honorable boy, Grit felt that the very hint of such a thing was an insult to him, and his face flushed with indignation. For the moment he forgot his prudence.
"I don't think there is the least chance of my getting such a position," he said; "but even if I did, it would not do you any good to make me a proposal."
"How do you know what sort of a proposal I should make?" demanded Johnson keenly.
"I don't know," answered Grit, emphasizing the last word.
"It appears to me, young man, that you are a little ahead of time," said Johnson. "You shouldn't crow too soon."
"I think I will bid you good evening," said Grit, rising.