"The same that your Cousin Henry's servant gets."

"All right, sir," said Sam, with satisfaction. "I guess I'll go
round, and see him about it this afternoon. I suppose he can come
any time?"

"Yes, my son."

As Sam went out of the room his father thought, complacently:

"My son has all the pride and instincts of a gentleman. He will do
credit to the family."

Few persons in the village would have agreed with the major. Sam
Sturgis was decidedly unpopular. No boy who puts on airs is likely
to be a favorite with any class of persons, and Sam put on rather
more than he was entitled to. From time to time he received a
rebuff, but still money will tell. He had his followers and
sycophants, but we may be sure that Ben was not numbered among them.
It was quite useless for Sam to patronize him-he would not be
patronized, but persisted in treating the major's son with the most
exasperating familiarity. Of course this would be impossible if he
became Sam's servant, and this more than anything else was the
motive of the young aristocrat in wishing to engage him. As to
conferring a favor on Ben, that was the last thing in his thoughts.

Sam bent his steps toward the humble home of Job Stanton, but he did
not have to go the whole distance. He met Ben with a fishing-pole
over his shoulder.