"I hope you didn't lose anything by the trade."
"I guess not," chuckled Jim. "I made the old sinner pay sixteen thousand dollars."
"You don't say so!"
"He fought hard, but he had to pay it. And now do you know what I am going to do?"
"No."
"I have made four thousand dollars by the trade. I am going to give you half of it."
"Oh, Mr. Scott—Jim, I mean!"
"Yes, Paul. You helped me make the money, and half of it is fairly yours."
Two thousand dollars! Paul was not sure whether he was awake or dreaming, but there flashed upon him all the advantage he would derive from so large a sum of money, and that he could emancipate his mother at once from the slavery of the needle, and he clasped Jim's hand in fervent gratitude.