“Sure, if I fail to get it on this side of the bridge,” replied Jack, with a determined air. “But it’ll cost you carfare every day.” “No, it won’t; I mean to walk over the bridge.” “You’ll have to leave the house earlier.” “I guess I will, and get home later; but when a fellow is looking for work, things don’t always come his way. However, I mean to try for all my New York ads first.” “Oh, that Brooklyn place will be gone long before you cover all these other jobs. It won’t be worth while bothering about it.” “I’m not letting anything get by me.” Which showed that Jack Hazard was a persevering boy: and perseverance is one of the greatest factors of success through life. The two boys parted at the entrance to the freight elevator of the Vandewater Street printing house, and Jack turned into Frankfort Street, crossed over to William, and began his daily hustle for work. At many places he found a crowd already collected before he arrived, and after waiting a short time failed to secure an interview, as some boy ahead of him got the job. One place the man wanted him to work every Saturday till ten at night, and offered him the munificent sum of $3.50 per week, with a prospective raise of fifty cents at the end of six months. Jack refused this, as he believed he could do much better, and besides he really could not afford to work for so small a sum. At another place he found he would have to work on Sunday every other week, and, this being against his principles, he moved on. “I’m afraid I’ll have to strike that Brooklyn place, after all,” he said as he stepped out of a Water Street ship chandlery that had advertised for a bright boy and had taken a youth on trial an hour before. A fleet of canal-boats was banked up against the wharves opposite, and Jack felt a strong temptation to hang around a little while and watch them take aboard and discharge their cargoes. But, realizing that this wasn’t business, he turned away and hurried up the street. “I might as well cross by Fulton Ferry,” he mused; “it’ll save time, and time is money with me just now.” Although the three cents made a hole in the dime he had brought with him to pay for his lunch, Jack received his change with his customary cheerfulness and walked on board the boat. It was half-past nine, and the boy noticed that quite a number of passengers were on board as the boat pulled out from the dock and headed across the river. He leaned on the rail alongside a fine-looking old gentleman who held a little girl of five years by the hand while he pointed out various landmarks along the receding shore to a stylishly-dressed lady who looked enough like him to be his daughter. “Gran’pa! gran’pa!” cried the child, tugging at the gentleman’s hand. “Yes, my dear,” he answered, smiling down on her. “Lift me up, p’ease; I want to see, too.” The old gentleman raised the little girl and seated her on the rail while he held her about the waist.