“Will you compete with them?” Sir Archibald asked, his eyes wide open. “The Black Eagle sails north on a trading voyage in a fortnight. She’s loading now.”
“That’s all right,” said Archie, blithely. “We’re going to–––”
“Encounter harsh competition,” Sir Archibald put in, dryly. “How will you go about it?”
Archie had been fidgeting in his chair––hardly able to command his politeness.
“A cash trader!” he burst out.
“Ah!” Sir Archibald drawled, enlightened. “I see. I see-ee!”
“We’ll be the only cash trader on the coast, dad,” Archie continued; “and we’ll advertise––and carry a phonograph––and sell under the credit prices––and–––”
Sir Archibald whistled in chagrin.
“And we’ll make good,” Archie concluded.
“You little pirate!” Sir Archibald ejaculated.