he's working for, in my opinion." "I didn't think the little beggar was so evil-headed. He seems quiet enough." "Still waters run deep. You'd better keep an eye on him, and I'll do the same." "I will." The next day Grant was puzzled to understand why Willis Ford spoke so sharply to him, and regarded him with such evident unfriendliness. "What have I done to offend you?" he thought. CHAPTER XIII TWO VIEWS OF TOM CALDER Thus far nothing had been said about the compensation Grant was to receive for his work in the broker's office. He did not like to ask, especially as he knew that at the end of the first week the matter would be settled. When he found that he was to remain for the present at the house of his employer he concluded that his cash pay would be very small, perhaps a dollar a week. However, that would be doing quite as well as if he paid his own board elsewhere, while he enjoyed a much more agreeable and luxurious home. He would be unable to assist his father for a year or two; but that was only what he had a right to expect. When Saturday afternoon came, Mr. Reynolds said: "By the way, Grant, I must pay you your week's wages. I believe no sum was agreed upon." "No, sir." "We will call it six dollars. Will that be satisfactory?" "Very much so, Mr. Reynolds; but there will be a deduction for board." Mr. Reynolds smiled.