"That's cheap enough, anyway," said he. "I've got a good mind to go up. Where is it?" "Come along. I'll show you," said Sam, promptly. "I guess I may as well. Are you sure he can cure 'em?" "I ought to know," said Sam. "I had one about as big as a marble on my big toe. The doctor, he cured it in a minute." "You don't say! He must be pooty good." "You bet! He's the great Dr. Graham. Everybody's heard of him." By such convincing assurances the man's faith was increased. He followed Sam into the doctor's office. "Here," said Sam, "I've brought you a customer, Dr. Graham. I told him you could cure his corns in a jiffy." The doctor smiled approvingly. "You are right there. My friend, sit down in this chair." "You won't hurt, will you, doctor?" asked the customer, glancing with a little alarm at the table with its instruments. "Oh, no, you'll scarcely feel it." Sam returned to his post, and began to distribute handbills once more. About quarter of an hour later he was assailed by an angry voice. Looking up, he saw the customer he had sent upstairs. "Look here, boy," he said, angrily; "you told me a lie." "How did I?" asked Sam. "You told me the doctor only charged ten cents for each corn. Jerusalem! he made me fork out a dollar." Sam was rather surprised himself at the price. "I guess they was tough ones, mister," he said. "He cured 'em, didn't he?" "Ye--es." "Then it's worth the money. You don't want 'em back, do you?" "No," admitted the other; "but it's a thunderin' sight to pay;" and he went off grumbling. "Don't the doctor make money, though?" thought Sam. "He'd orter give me a commission on them two dollars." CHAPTER XXI. SAM OBTAINS A PLACE. Having disposed of his circulars, Sam went up to the office. "Have you distributed all the circulars?" asked the doctor. "Yes, sir." "Well, here's the ten cents I promised you." Sam took it, but stood his ground. "I sent you up a customer," he said. "A patient; yes." "And you made two dollars out of him." "Who told you?" "He did." "I charged him my regular price. What of that?" asked the doctor, not comprehending Sam's meaning. "He wouldn't have come up if it hadn't been for me. I think I'd ought to have a commission." "Oh, that's it," said the doctor. "That doesn't follow. He came up because of the circular." "No, he didn't," said Sam. "He came up because I told him what a great doctor you was." The doctor thought over Sam's proposal, and, being a sharp man, he decided that it was for his advantage to secure an alliance with him. "You are right," he said. "You are entitled to something." Sam brightened up. "Here is a quarter in addition to the ten cents I just gave you." "Thank you, sir," said Sam, gratified. "Shall I go down, and give away some more circulars?" he asked. "Yes; I'll give you another hundred. Don't give them away too fast. It's of no use to give to children." "All right, sir."