He worked all that afternoon with an uneasy feeling that he was being watched. The paper bags were finished, a fair supply of them; and then the type for the circular needed only a few changes, and he began on that. Each new job made him remember things he had learned in the _Standard_ office, or had gathered from Mr. Black, the wooden foreman of the _Eagle_. It was just as well, however, that things needed only fixing up and not setting anew, for that might have been a little beyond him. As it was, he overcame all difficulties, besides leaving the press three times to act as salesman. Gifford & Co. kept open to accommodate customers who purchased goods on their way home; and it was after nearly all other business houses, excepting such as theirs, were closed, that the very tall man leaned in at the door and then came striding down the store to the desk. "Gifford," he said, "that clerk of yours was right. There's almost a panic in potatoes. I've got five thousand barrels for you, and five thousand for myself, at a dollar and sixty, and the price just jumped. They will bring two dollars. If they do, we'll make two thousand apiece." "I'm glad you did so well," said Mr. Gifford dryly, "but don't say much to him about it. Let him alone--" "Well, yes;--but I want to do something for him. Give him this ten dollar bill from me." "Very well," said Mr. Gifford, "you owe the profit to him. I'll take care of my side of the matter. Ogden, come here a moment!" Jack stopped the press and came to the desk. The money was handed to him. "It's just a bit of luck," said the tall man; "but your information was valuable to me." "Thank you," said Jack, after he had in vain refused the money. "You've done enough," said Mr. Gifford; "this will do for your first day. Eight o'clock in the morning, remember. Good-night!" "I'm glad I belong here," Jack said to himself. "If I'd had my pick of the city I would have chosen this very store. Ten dollars! I can pay Mr. Keifelheimer now, and I sha'n't have to starve to death." Jack felt so prosperous that he walked only to the nearest station of the elevated railway, and cheerfully paid five cents for a ride up-town. When the Hotel Dantzic was reached, it seemed a much more cheerful and home-like building than it had appeared when he left it in the morning; and Jack had now no notion of dodging Mr. Keifelheimer. There he stood on the doorstep, looking stern and dignified. He was almost too polite when Jack said: "Good-evening, Mr. Keifelheimer." "Goot-efening," he replied, with a bow. "I hope you gets along vell mit your beezness?" "Pretty well," said Jack cheerfully. "Vere vas you feexed?" asked Mr. Keifelheimer, doubtfully. Jack held out one of the business cards of Gifford & Company, and replied: "That's where I am. I guess I'll pay for my room here till the end of this week, and then I'll find a place farther down town."