Of course, Joshua listened intently.
“If you think well to put your four hundred dollars into the business, I’ll decline taking my nephew, raise your salary to ten dollars a week, and give you one-tenth interest in my business.”
“How much do you think that would be?”
“One-tenth of the profits, at the lowest estimate, would come to six hundred dollars a year.”
“And ten dollars a week besides?”
“Yes.”
Joshua rapidly calculated that his income would amount, in that case, to over a thousand dollars a year. What a triumph that would be over Sam, and how handsomely he could live, and yet save money! Why, the very first year he could save the four hundred dollars he was now investing. Suppose he refused: he would lose his place, and have to live on his principal.
“I’ll do it,” he said.
“Very well, Drummond, I’ll draw up the papers, and you can pay me the money.”
In fifteen minutes Joshua, who always carried the money with him, had paid it over into Mr. Remington’s hands, and received instead a paper, in which was expressed, with great particularity, the agreement which had been spoken of.