Those will yield enough to support us for a year, and before that is up I'm not afraid but that I'll find some other way of earning a living.

Now, if I can only get sufficient help, I'm going to run this factory night and day for the next week, unless compelled by force to stop sooner." Cabot was already so interested that he promptly volunteered to aid in making the all-important pack.
"I don't know anything about the business," he said, "but if you can make use of me in any way, I shall be only too glad of a chance to repay a small portion of the great debt I owe you." "Nonsense!" laughed White.

"You don't owe me a thing, and I don't want you to feel that way.

At the same time I should be ever so glad of your help in getting things well started; for just now one strong fellow like you would be worth a dozen of those children." So, a few minutes later, Cabot, clad in overalls and an old flannel shirt of White's, was as hard at work as though the canning of lobsters was the business of his life.

Far into the night he laboured, only pausing long enough to go up to the house for supper; and, on the following morning, he was actually pleased that a heavy rain storm should postpone the trip for specimens, furnish him with an excuse for prolonging his stay, and leave him at liberty to resume his self-imposed task in the factory.
The storm lasted for two days, at the end of which time half the pack had been made, and Cabot had become so familiar with all details of the work as to be a most valuable assistant.