He had deemed the Transcontinental a first-rater, and it paid a cent for ten words.

He had classed the White Mouse as of no account, and it paid twenty times as much as the Transcontinental and also had paid on acceptance.
Well, there was one thing certain: when he got well, he would not go out looking for a job.

There were more stories in his head as good as "The Whirlpool," and at forty dollars apiece he could earn far more than in any job or position.

Just when he thought the battle lost, it was won.
He had proved for his career.

The way was clear.