He drew from the cash-box four dollars and handed it to our hero, with the remark:
"There's your pay, though it is more than you have earned."
Paul glanced at the two two-dollar bills which lay in his hand, and said, quietly:
"Why do you pay me four dollars?"
"Three would be enough, but I didn't suppose you would be modest enough to admit it."
"I am not. I suppose Mr. Bradford hasn't told you how much my wages are to be."
"How much?" inquired the book-keeper, with a sneer. "Ten dollars, I presume."
"You are right. I will trouble you to give me six dollars more."
"Are you crazy?" gasped Manson.
"Not that I am aware of," answered Paul, coolly.