"Why, the book sells at retail at three dollars and fifty cents. Of this the agent keeps one dollar and twenty-five cents. Pretty good, isn't it?"
"Yes, I should think it was."
"You see you have only to sell four copies a day to make five dollars. If you're smart, you can do better than that."
It really did seem very good to Walter, who couldn't help comparing it with the miserable wages he had received from Mr. Drummond.
"I think that would pay very well," he said.
"Most paying business out," said the other. "Say the word, and I'll engage you on the spot."
"Where would you want me to sell?"
"I should like to have you go West. This way districts are mostly taken up. It would give you a good chance to travel and see the world."
Now Walter was, like most young people, fond of new scenes, and this consideration was a weighty one. It would enable him to travel, and pay his expenses while doing so.
"Better say the word."