It's a poor job making a profit for another man and Watson tells me you are enterprising.

How'd you like to run a store of your own?
If you could put up the stock to start with, I reckon you'd soon make good." "I've figured on that," Drummond replied, with a cunning look, though Stormont saw he was flattered.

"You want some money to begin, but I've a notion how I'm going to raise my pile." Stormont nodded.

He had appealed to the young man's raw vanity, but meant to work upon another emotion.

"Watson tells me you came from Hamilton.