The lips of the elder man curled humorously.
Paul rose.
"It's mighty good of you, sir," he murmured.
"Don't thank me, youngster, until you've landed your bargain," protested Mr. Carter with shame-faced haste. "Remember I said that when you had fulfilled my conditions then I would print your March Hare; I shan't do it until then."
"But I am sure we can fulfill them."
"You seem very certain of it."
"I feel so."
"Humph! Have you ever tried to get an ad?"
"No, sir."
"Or asked your father why he didn't take the Echo?"