The retail price was eight dollars per outfit, and a good many had been sold before the holidays.

The advertising agent for the manufacturing concern had been in town, and had presented "The Blade" with two of these devices.

Despite the eight-dollar price, the devices cost only a small fraction of that amount to manufacture, so the advertising agent had not been extremely generous in leaving the pair.
"What on earth shall we do with them ?" grunted Pollock, in Dick's hearing.

"We're all bachelors here." "Sell 'em to me, if you don't want 'em," spoke up Dick, quickly.
"What'll you take for 'em?
Make it low, to fit a schoolboy's shallow purse." "Hm! I'll speak to the proprietor about it," replied Pollock, who presently brought back the word: "As they're for you, Dick, the proprietor says you can take the pair for two-fifty.

And if you're short of cash, I'll take fifty cents a week out of your space bill until the amount is paid." "Fine and dandy!" uttered Dick, his eyes glowing.
"One's for your mother," hinted Mr.Pollock teasingly.