"How are you, country?"
"Are you very anxious to know?" asked Ben, stopping short.
"Yes."
"I"m well enough and strong enough to give you a licking."
"Good for you, country! Have you come to stay long?"
Ben laughed. He concluded not to take offense, but to answer seriously.
"That depends on whether I get the place I am after."
"What is that?" asked the bootblack, in a friendly tone.
Now, on the way to the city, Ben had overheard a conversation between two gentlemen, relative to certain swindlers in New York, which, for the first time, had aroused in him a suspicion that possibly there might be something wrong about the firm whose advertis.e.m.e.nt he had answered. He felt the need of an adviser, and though his choice may be considered rather a strange one, he decided to consult his new acquaintance, the bootblack. He briefly told him of the advertis.e.m.e.nt, and what it offered.
The bootblack surveyed him with pitying curiosity.
"You don"t mean to say you swallow all that?" he said.
"Don"t you think it"s all right?" asked Ben anxiously.
"Look here," said the street boy, "do you think anybody"s going to pay a boy ten dollars a week, when there"s hundreds ready to work for three or four? Why, a man in Pearl Street advertised last week for a boy at three dollars, and there was a whole shoal of boys went for it. I was one of "em."
"Don"t you earn more than that by your business?"
"Sometimes I do, but it ain"t stiddy, and I"d rather have a place."
"Why do they advertise to give ten dollars, then?" asked our hero.
"They want to get hold of your fifty dollars," said the bootblack.
"Them fellers is beats, that"s what they are."
"What had I better do?" asked Ben, in perplexity.
"Go and see "em, and have a talk. If they"re not after your fifty dollars, you"ll know what it means."
"It may be all right, after all," said Ben, who did not like to give up hope.
"I may be General Grant," retorted the bootblack, "but if I know myself I ain"t."
"Well, I"ll go round and talk with them. Where can I meet you afterwards?"
"I"ll be standin" here, if you ain"t gone too long."
"What"s your name?"
"Tom Cooper."
"I am Ben Stanton. Thank you for your advice."
"You"re a good feller if you do come from the country. Just look out for them fellers. Don"t let "em hook you in."
"All right, Tom."
Ben moved on, watching the numbers as he walked slowly along, till he came to the one mentioned in the advertis.e.m.e.nt. There was a hallway and a staircase, with a directory of persons occupying offices on the floors above. From this Ben ascertained that Fitch & Ferguson occupied Room 17, on the fourth floor.
"I wonder what business they are in," thought our hero as he mounted the stairs. "They must have considerable or they wouldn"t need so many boys-that is, if they are on the square."
Presently he stood in front of a door bearing the number 17.
He knocked for admittance.
CHAPTER VI.
MR. PITCH, THE SENIOR PARTNER.
"Come in," said a loud voice.
Ben opened the door and entered.
He found himself in a square room, almost bare of furniture. In an office chair at a table sat a dark-complexioned man of near forty.
He appeared to be reading the morning paper.
"Is this the office of Fitch & Ferguson?" inquired Ben.
A glance at Ben"s carpetbag indicated that he had come in answer to the advertis.e.m.e.nt, and he was received very graciously.
"Come in," said the man in the chair, smiling affably. "This is the office of Fitch & Ferguson. I am Mr. Fitch."
"My name is Stanton-Ben Stanton," said our hero. "I wrote you from Hampton about your advertis.e.m.e.nt."
"For a boy at ten dollars a week?" suggested the dark man, with a pleasant smile.
"Yes, sir."
"We agreed to take you, did we not?" asked Mr. Fitch.
"Yes, sir."
"Have you had any business experience?" inquired Pitch.
"No, sir."