“I don’t suppose I know anyone just now,” said Jimmy hesitatingly. “I should think maybe you’d find someone by advertising in the Providence papers.” Willard’s gaze came away from the photographs. “Don’t suppose you’d want to do it, Jimmy?” he asked. Jimmy didn’t seem surprised. Probably he had suspected that the boys had him in mind from the first. He shook his head. “I’d like the work, I guess, but I don’t suppose you could pay me enough to make it worth my while, fellows. You see, I get three-eighty a day at the shop.” Tom sighed. “We were afraid that would be it,” he said. “You see, the best we could pay would be――――” he looked questioningly at Willard. “Twenty a week,” supplied the latter. Tom stared. They had agreed the day before that they couldn’t afford to pay more than fifteen! Jimmy shot a look of surprise at Willard. “That would be over eighty a month,” he said. “There wouldn’t be much in it for you fellows at that, would there?” “No, not very much unless the business grew. But it would be better than losing it altogether, I guess. What we want to do some day, Jimmy, is get one of those motor trucks, you see, and handle baggage and freight. There’s a lot of money to be made that way.” Jimmy grinned. “Say, Connors will be after you fellows with an axe the first thing you know,” he said. “We’re not troubling about Connors. At first I sort of disliked the idea of interfering with his business, Jimmy, but he’s worked all sorts of games on us, like getting the police to refuse us a stand on Main Street and having Johnny Green try to smash our car――――” “Oh, maybe Connors didn’t get him to try that,” said Jimmy. “I guess Green thought of that himself, he and Pat Herron. Pat’s a pretty tough old rascal.” “Anyhow, Connors must look after himself. Besides, my father says he’s worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars right now; owns lots and lots of houses――――” “He certainly does. He owns this one we’re in now. Still――I don’t know; a couple of hundred thousand is a lot of money, Will.” “Well, he’s rich, all right. It isn’t as though we were getting business away from a poor man, is it?” “No, I don’t think you need to let that worry you,” Jimmy laughed. “You won’t send Connors to the poor house if you get twenty motor trucks.” He was silent a moment. “It’s a good scheme, too,” he went on presently. “You could keep a truck busy just hauling freight to the stores, I guess. And then there’s baggage besides.” “How much would one cost?” asked Tom practically.