“Oh, sir, you can work: but I know you do not like work; and if you will comply with my wishes, you shall have all you require without working another hour.”
“What is your wish, sir, and the nature of your service?”
“I will tell you, Mr. Vulcan, in a few words. But, first, let me say that I take a deep interest in you, and am supremely anxious to promote your welfare. Now, if you will consent to become my son, at the expiration of seven years from this hour, I will grant you any three things you might desire, whatever they may be.”
“You’ll do what, sir?”
“I’ll grant you any three things—riches, wealth, possessions, or anything else.”
“And for these benefits, what do you require from me?”
“All I require, Mr. Nat, is that, at the expiration of seven years, you will acknowledge me as your master.”
“Indeed, sir,—that is, I don’t know what to say to your proposal. Now I’m a free man, and I’d rather be my own master than be the slave of another.”
“But, friend, when you have plenty of money you will be your own master, and besides, with a full pocket you can drink as much as you like of Will’s best beer. I shall guarantee in the bond your pockets shall be always full.”
“To-morrow night, if you will meet me, I will give you an answer.”