Abe placed his hand on Sidney's shoulder.
"Here is a young feller which he ain't going to gamble oder fool away his time. He is going to sell goods," he declared. "He works for years by the biggest raincoat house in the country, and he's got an acquaintance among the retail clothing trade which it is easy worth to you twenty-five dollars a week and the regular commissions."
"But we couldn't afford to pay no salesman twenty-five dollars a week," Shapolnik exclaimed.
"Try me just one week," Sidney said, "and I'll bring in enough cash to pay my salary."
"I forgot to say," Abe interrupted, "that he's also got a lot of confidence in himself."
"Maybe I have," Sidney retorted: "but I'm going to make good."
"Certainly you are," Abe added, rising from his chair; "and now, Katzberg, the whole thing is settled."
Katzberg shrugged and extended one palm outward in a gesture of despair.
"Seemingly we are not our own bosses here," he said.
"Seemingly not," Abe rejoined; "but, just the same, if you will take on this young feller for a salesman I would give you a guarantirt that I will make good all you would lose on him for the first three months. Is my word good enough?"