Andy Grant's Pluck. Alger Horatio Jr.

boy. At sixteen I had made some progress in Latin and commenced Greek, when my father's failure obliged me to seek employment. The uncle who has now made me rich would do nothing for me; so I left school half educated."

      "You would be able to make up deficiencies now," suggested Andy.

      "That is what I have been thinking of, if I can get a satisfactory teacher."

      "I don't think you can find a classical teacher in Arden."

      "I know of one, if he would be willing to undertake the task."

      "Who is it?" asked Andy, puzzled.

      "Andrew Grant," answered this young man, with a smile.

      "Do you mean me?" asked Andy, with a wondering face.

      "Certainly. You are fresh from school, and I am sure you would be competent to teach me."

      "But I am only a boy."

      "Age has nothing to do with a teacher's qualifications, except as to discipline. You wouldn't find me a very advanced pupil. I had read one book in Caesar when I was compelled to leave school, and had begun to translate Greek a little. Now the question is, are you willing to teach me?"

      "If you think I am competent, Mr. Gale."

      "I don't doubt that. We will begin, if you like, next Monday. Perhaps, in order to avoid village gossip, it will be well to pass yourself off as my private secretary. Indeed, I will employ you a little in that way also."

      "I shall be very glad to serve you in any way."

      "Then come to-morrow morning at nine and remain with me till twelve. Now about the compensation."

      "Fix that to suit yourself, Mr. Gale. I am almost ashamed to ask anything."

      "The laborer is worthy of his hire, Andy. Suppose I pay you six dollars a week to begin with?"

      "The money will be very acceptable, but I am afraid you will be overpaying me."

      "I will take my risk of that. On the whole, I will call it nine dollars a week, and we will spend the afternoon together also. I will send to the city for a boat, and you shall give me lessons in rowing."

      Andy's eyes sparkled. Nothing would please him better, and the prospect of earning nine dollars a week made him feel like a millionaire.

      CHAPTER VII.

      AN ENCOUNTER WITH A TRAMP

      It is hardly necessary to say that Andy's parents were equally surprised and pleased at his new engagement.

      "You will like that better than working on the farm, I expect, Andy?" said Sterling Grant.

      "Yes, father. I am willing to work, but I don't feel much interest in farming."

      "It is hard work and poor pay, Andy, but I like it. I was brought up to it when a boy, and there is nothing else I can do."

      "Andy is already beginning to get some advantage from his education," said Mrs. Grant.

      Andy reported for duty, and during the first morning made up his mind that he should enjoy his new employment. Mr. Gale really desired to acquire a knowledge of Latin and Greek, and worked faithfully.

      To Andy it was like a review of his own studies, and he experienced a satisfaction in the rapid progress of his pupil.

      He felt quite at home with Mr. Gale, though their acquaintance had been so brief. When twelve o'clock came he was really sorry.

      "What time shall I come over this afternoon, Mr. Gale?" he asked.

      "At two o'clock. Can you borrow your friend Valentine's boat? I have sent for one, but it may be several days before it arrives."

      "Oh, yes; I am sure Val will let me have it. He is a very good-natured boy."

      "I will be glad to pay for its use."

      "I don't think he'd accept anything."

      "Then I will make him a present."

      Before he returned to the hotel, Andy saw Valentine and obtained the loan of his boat.

      At three o'clock Mr. Gale and Andy started from the boathouse, and again

      Andy became a teacher.

      The young man was a good rower, but Andy was able to give him some points. Sometimes they sat idle and let the boat float at will.

      About four o'clock Conrad came down for his usual afternoon row. He was surprised and not altogether pleased at meeting Andy and his companion.

      "Why are you not hoeing potatoes?" he asked.

      "I've got a vacation," answered Andy, with a smile.

      "Are you out for a row?" inquired Mr. Gale, pleasantly.

      "Yes," answered Conrad, sullenly.

      Though Walter Gale had nothing to do with his defeat, he could not quite forgive him for awarding the prize to Andy. He felt mortified whenever he thought of it, and wished Mr. Gale to understand that he was not inferior to Andy.

      "I was unlucky the other day," he said. "I strained my muscles or I would not have been beaten."

      "That was lucky for me, then," said Andy, good-naturedly.

      "I didn't care so much for the money, but if I had been in my usual form

      I should have gained the prize."

      "Then you wouldn't object to a second race?" said Walter Gale, quietly.

      "What do you mean?"

      "If you would like to try it again over the same course, I will put up five dollars."

      Conrad hesitated.

      He would not object to winning five dollars. Indeed, he wished very much to have that sum, but he was not quite so sure that he could beat Andy as he claimed to be.

      Should Andy win again, he would be obliged to concede his superiority.

      "No," he said, after a pause; "I don't think I care to race again."

      "Then I will make you another offer, but not so good a one. I row a little myself—indeed, Andy is training me, so that I hope soon to row better. If you will row against me, I will pay you two dollars. That will be the prize."

      "But suppose you win?"

      "Then I keep the two dollars myself. It will cost you nothing."

      "I'll row," said Conrad, eagerly.

      "Very well. We will appoint Andy umpire, or referee, whatever you call it."

      Conrad was not altogether pleased with this selection, but he waived his objections and the race was rowed, Andy giving the signal.

      Conrad won by a dozen lengths, Mr. Gale making a very good second.

      "You have won, Conrad," said the young man, good-naturedly. "Here is the prize."

      Conrad pocketed the bill with a good deal of satisfaction.

      "I will row you any day," he said.

      Walter Gale shook his head.

      "I must wait till I have improved," he said, "or you will beat me every time."

      Conrad would much prefer to have beaten Andy, but the two dollars gave him not a little satisfaction.

      "Mr. Gale must be rich," he reflected. "I wish I could get in with him."

      "As Andy has to work on the farm," he said, "I shall be glad to go out with you any afternoon."

      "Thank you; but I have made an arrangement with Andy that will save him from the necessity of farm work."

      Conrad opened his eyes in surprise.

      Later in the evening, when he met Andy at the village store, he asked:

      "How much does Mr. Gale pay you for going with him?"

      "The arrangement is private, Conrad, or I would tell you."

      "How much are you with him?"

      "I go to the hotel at nine o'clock in the morning."

      "What