The Young Explorer; Or, Claiming His Fortune. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      "I have."

      "Then you can secure the place-a place such as few New York boys are fortunate enough to fill. You must decide for yourself."

      He threw himself back in his chair and looked at Ben.

      "He seems very anxious about the money," thought our hero, "and I don't see any signs of any business. I'd better back out."

      "There are plenty of boys who want the place," continued Fitch, trying to look indifferent.

      "I guess you can give it to one of them," said Ben coolly.

      Mr. Fitch could not conceal his disappointment. The fifty dollars had a great attraction for him. He saw that Ben was in earnest, for he was already opening the door to go out. He must make an effort to detain him.

      "Wait a moment, my young friend. I like your appearance, and we may be disposed to take you on a little easier terms. Fifty dollars is probably a large sum to you."

      Ben admitted that it was.

      "Probably your means are limited?"

      "Yes, sir; I am a poor boy."

      "Just so. I will then relax our rules a little in your case. Of course, you won't mention it to our other boys, as it might create dissatisfaction."

      "No, sir."

      "We will take you on a deposit of forty dollars, then."

      Ben shook his head, and moved as if to depart.

      "In fact," said Mr. Fitch hastily, "I believe I will say thirty dollars, Though I am afraid my partner will blame me."

      Ben was not versed in city ways, but now he distrusted Mr. Fitch more than ever.

      "I would rather take a situation where no deposit is required," he said.

      "But you can't get any unless you agree to accept three or four dollars a week."

      "Can you afford to pay me ten dollars a week on account of my deposit?" asked Ben shrewdly.

      Mr. Fitch flushed, for Ben's question was a home thrust.

      "We don't want cheap boys," he said pompously. "We want boys who are worth high wages, and no others."

      "And you think I am worth high wages?" asked Ben.

      "I think so, but I may be mistaken."

      Ben was not required to answer, for the door opened hastily, and a man entered in visible excitement.

      "What is your business, sir?" asked Mr. Fitch, rather nervously.

      "Are you Fitch or Ferguson?" demanded the intruder.

      "I am Mr. Fitch."

      "Two days ago my son, James Cameron, entered your service."

      "Yes, sir."

      "Where is he now?"

      "We have sent him to Brooklyn to collect a bill."

      "He paid you a deposit of fifty dollars?"

      "Certainly. We require it as a guarantee of honesty and fidelity."

      "Well, I want you to pay it back."

      "I don't understand you, sir," said Mr. Fitch, looking very much disturbed. "It will be given up when your son leaves our employment."

      "Well, he's going to leave it to-day," said the other.

      "Can you get him another place as good? Ten dollars a week are not often paid to boys."

      "No, sir; it's that that makes me suspicious. Give me back the fifty dollars, and James shall leave your employment."

      "That is entirely irregular, sir," said Fitch. "Your son has been only two days in the office. At the end of the week he can leave us, and receive back his money."

      "That won't do," said the angry father.

      "It will have to do," said Fitch. "You are doing a very foolish thing, Mr. Cameron."

      "I'll risk that."

      "When your son returns from Brooklyn we will consider what can be done."

      "When will that be?"

      "In a couple of hours."

      "I will come in then."

      Cameron went out, and Ben followed him, the discomfited Fitch making no effort to detain the lad.

      "I was thinking of engaging myself to Mr. Fitch," said Ben to his companion. "Do you know anything against him?"

      "I hear that he's a swindler," said Cameron. "I was a fool to fall into his snare. Keep your money and you'll be better off."

      "Thank you, sir."

      Fifteen minutes afterward Mr. Fitch left his office, and when Mr. Cameron came back, the door was locked. He found his son waiting in the entry.

      "Did you collect any money in Brooklyn?" asked his father.

      "No; I guess Mr. Fitch gave me the wrong number. There was no such man living at the house he sent me to."

      "We've been fooled!" said the father bitterly. "Come home, James. I doubt we've seen the last of our money. If I ever set eyes on that man Pitch again I'll give him in charge for swindling."

      The senior partner of Pitch & Ferguson was at that moment on his way to Philadelphia with the remains of the fifty dollars in his pocket. But for Ben's caution he would have had another fifty dollars in his possession.

      CHAPTER VII

      BEN'S DINNER-GUEST

      Ben slowly retraced his steps to where he had left his friend, Tom Cooper.

      "Well," said the bootblack, "did you see Fitch and Ferguson?"

      "Yes," answered Ben soberly; "that is, I saw one of them."

      "Did you take the place?"

      "No; I found he was too anxious for my fifty dollars, though he offered after a while to take me for thirty."

      Tom Cooper laughed derisively.

      "I'll do better nor that," he said. "If you'll give me twenty dollars, I'll make you my private secretary, payin' you ten dollars a week."

      "How long will you keep me?" asked Ben, smiling.

      "Six days," answered Tom. "Then I'll have to sack you without pay, 'cause you don't understand your business."

      "Is that the way they manage?" asked Ben.

      The bootblack nodded.

      Ben looked grave. The disappointment was a serious one, and he felt now how much he had relied upon the promises of Fitch & Ferguson. He had formed no other plans, and it seemed СКАЧАТЬ