“Yes, it saved us a lot of money, I guess. Are you still with Cummings?” “Yes, sir.” “Ask him if he wants to buy it back, then. I’m through with it. Any fair offer takes it.” The contractor nodded and hurried on, and Tom took up his journey again. He didn’t go far, though. Presently he was back at the corner, where a minute’s search discovered the contractor. “Mr. Cummings will give five dollars for that pump, sir,” he announced. “Five dollars!” The contractor stared and then laughed. “Well, he isn’t risking his money to-day, is he? You tell Cummings----” Then he paused. “Will he take it away to-day at that price?” “Yes, sir.” “All right. Tell him to come and get it.” At the store Tom sought Mr. Cummings. “Will you loan me five dollars, please, sir, until I can get it from the bank?” he asked. “I guess we can accommodate you, Mr. Pollock,” responded the senior partner with a smile. “Miss Miller, give Tom five dollars and put it on memorandum, please. He wants to return it to-day. What are you doing, Tom? Buying stocks this morning?” “Pumps,” laughed Tom. “I’m going to take back that pump we sold. Could I store it in the cellar again?” “What! Don’t tell me that white elephant is coming back!” exclaimed Mr. Cummings in mock dismay. “Yes, sir, he offered to sell it and I said you’d give him five dollars for it and take it away to-day. Don’t you think it’s worth five dollars?” “Of course it is! Hang it, Tom, if you had a dozen pumps, I’ll bet you’d be a millionaire by the end of the year! I don’t see, though, why he’d want to sell it for five dollars. It would be worth that much for old iron.” “I guess he bought another one, sir. Anyway, he said he was through with it. He seemed to think five dollars wasn’t very much for it.” “I should say it wasn’t!” “But he took it,” added Tom. “So I’m going to bring it over here and put it in the basement again, if you don’t mind. Maybe I’ll be able to sell it again some day.” “Sell it again! Why, Tom, I expect you’ll get rich on that old pump!” “I’ll be about eighteen dollars behind to-night, sir.” “What? Didn’t I hand you over a sixty-dollar check only a couple of weeks ago?” “Yes, sir,” Tom laughed, “but you must remember that I’d already paid sixty dollars for it.” “That’s so,” acknowledged Mr. Cummings. “Well, send it along, Tom, and I’ll look after it when it comes. And I’ll see if I can’t find a buyer for you.”