Joshua handed Sam the five-twenty bond for five hundred dollars the next morning.
“How much do you think you can sell it for, Sam?” he asked.
“I ought to get five hundred and fifty dollars for it,” said Sam.
“Five hundred and fifty dollars!” repeated Joshua, elated, for he knew nothing about the money market, and supposed the bond would only bring its par value. But the next words of Sam lowered his spirits.
“That’s what the bond is worth, but I don’t expect to get so much.”
“Why not?”
“The dealers will think it is stolen, and will refuse to buy unless I sell it under price. It’s better to do that than keep the bond.”
“Yes,” said Joshua, hastily; “sell it any way, but get as much as you can.”
“Trust me for that,” said Sam. “I’ll do better for you than you could do for yourself; besides, running all the danger.”
“Thank you, Sam. I don’t know what I should do without you.”