"Probably it is more than I shall make out of it, but you seemed to be in need, and I am willing to help you."
"Don't you think, however, you could let me have more? Thirty-five dollars would not support me a month."
"It would give you time to look for a place, Mr. Babcock."
"But, Mr. Little, think of the time I have spent—and the money!"
"That does not concern me," said the merchant, coldly.
"I think I shall have to decline your offer."
"That is foolish. However, I will strain a point, and give you fifty dollars."
Henry Babcock shook his head.
"Mr. Little," he said, triumphantly, "I have sold a one-third interest in my invention for five hundred dollars."
Ezra Little looked amazed and disappointed. It was a chance of his life lost.