"Exhibitions—paid exhibitions, my boy! We'll organise the greatest side-show ever known."
Smith blushed at the thought.
"Won't it be rather undignified?" he said doubtfully.
"Dignity, rats!" said Hickey. "Talk to me of dignity when you hear the gold rattling in your pocket, when you lodge in a marble palace and drive fast horses up Fifth Avenue. My boy, you don't known what you're worth. I'll have Macnooder paper the campus to-morrow. I'll get up scareheads that'll bring every mother's son of them scampering here to see you."
"What do I get out of it?" said Smith cautiously.
"Half!"
"You low-down robber!"
"Who had the idea? Would you ever have made a cent if it hadn't been for me? Do you suppose any attraction ever makes as much as his manager? My boy, I'm generous! I oughtn't to do it! Come now—is it a go?"
"Well—yes!"