There's a good reporter lurking somewhere inside of you." Thrusting one hand down into a pocket Mr.Pollock brought out a half-dollar, which he tendered to Dick.
"What am I to do with this ?" asked the young sophomore.
"Anything you please," replied the editor.

"The money's for you." "For me ?" gasped Dick.
"Yes, of course.

Didn't you write this yarn for me?
Of course 'The Blade' is only a country daily, and our space rates are not high.

But see here, Prescott, I'll pay you a dollar a column for anything you write for us that possesses local interest enough to warrant our printing it.

Now, while going to the High School, why can't you turn reporter in your spare time, and earn a little pocket money ?" Again Dick gasped.