"What am I expected to superintend?" asked Nelson.
"Did you notify any of the boys?"
"Oh, yes—I could get an army of them, if needed."
"I think about half-a-dozen will answer," said Frank.
"They'll be here shortly all right," responded Nelson. "It's vacation, and—there's the first arrival now."
A curly-pated, eager-faced little urchin popped in through the open doorway.
"Hey, Nelse, am I early enough?" he asked anxiously.
"Five cents an hour," announced Frank, with a welcoming smile.
"Oh, my!" cried the little fellow—"five times twenty-four is, let me see—a naught and two to carry, a dollar and twenty cents. Whoop!"
"Here, here, you don't suppose we're going to work all day and all night, too, do you?" said Nelson. "Eight hours will tire you out soon enough.
"Forty cents a day, then," cried the little fellow. "Say, I'll be rich!"
Within the next ten minutes as many as a dozen
