“I suppose he is,” said Benson grudgingly. “Well, then, he'd better take it and put it in here where it'll amount to something; he ought to have the handling of his own money.” “The sum's small enough if a strict accounting was made,” said Benson hastily. “Still there's something coming to him,” urged the mechanic. “Of course,” answered Benson reluctantly. “Well, he'd better put it in here with us, Jake. Look here, I don't want him to be other than fair to his aunt; but if he's going to marry my girl he's got to think of himself.” “Well, there's nothing to be gained from talking with you,” said Benson frowning. “They'll marry, and that'll be the end of it.” “No, no use,” admitted Tom Benson absently. “I've got my hands full without trying any arguments with Mrs. Benson; your aunt ain't open to argument—or rather she is; but conviction's a long ways off. Get married yourself and you'll understand why I can storm around down here at the shops, and why I go home as meek as a wet kitten.” “Of course, I don't want to interfere,” began the lawyer. “No, you'd better not. The family's on pretty good terms with itself, a thing it never was in your father's day; and all because he wanted to think for us all. That's why him and me never spoke for the last ten years of his life. No, let them have their own way, it'll save a lot of trouble. If there's a wedding, you and me'll act as if we enjoyed weddings!” He fell to rubbing his unshaven chin with the back of his hand; then he took up the model of the breach and stock of his rifle which he had been considering when his nephew entered the office. “It's a great gun, Jake,” he said with fond pride in his invention. “I've got the assurance that it will be given a fair trial; first a company, and if that works, then a regiment. What do you think of calling it the 'Peace-maker?' That's what the country's looking for.” He fixed Benson with his eye. “What do you say to making a thousand of the perfected pattern, against the demand there's sure to be?” “But you have been making them?” “Yes,” said the mechanic, “we've about five hundred on hand, but of a former pattern.” “So many as that!” cried the lawyer. “What do they cost apiece to manufacture?” “About ten dollars, but the cost is coming down all the time. The first hundred stood us about fifteen, but that was because there was too much hand work put on them. I made the second hundred for twelve and a half; and the last hundred for a shade over ten, but I'll peel it some yet.” “Do you mean to tell me all that's a loss?” demanded Benson with some show of concern. “No, of course not, I'll make those over,” responded the mechanic. “And until you do, about seven thousand dollars are tied up!”