At eight o’clock his employer came down, and they went together into the saloon, where they took a substantial breakfast, the expense being defrayed by Captain Brandon, acting for Squire Turner.
Shortly afterwards they went round to the office in Nassau Street.
Lemuel Fairchild seated himself in his position of the day before, with his heels on the mantel-piece, and diligently perused the columns of the “New York Herald,” a copy of which he had bought in the street below.
“What shall I do, Mr. Fairchild?” asked Harry.
“Go on with your copying,” said Fairchild, not lifting his eyes from the paper.
So our hero opened the ledger, and went to work. His task was not a very interesting one. Still he was earning two dollars a day, and this money would enable him to provide for his mother; so he buckled to it in earnest, determined to show his employer that he was not afraid of work. He had commenced working for the partnership of which a prospect had been given him.
About ten o’clock the door opened, and Brandon entered.
“Good-morning, Captain Brandon,” said Fairchild, rising.
“Good-morning, Fairchild. Good-morning, my lad.”
“Good-morning, sir,” answered Harry.