said later that even if they had offered
him a sum which he felt he ought not, in justice to himself and his
father, refuse, he would have felt a distaste in working for a company
represented by the twain.

"This is our offer," said Mr. Gale, and he spoke in a pompous manner
which seemed to say: "If you don't take it, why, it will be the worse
for you." He looked at his treasurer for a confirmatory nod and,
receiving it, went on. "We are prepared to offer and pay you, and will
enter into such a contract, with the stipulation about the inventions
that I mentioned before--we are prepared to pay you--twenty thousand
dollars a year! Now what do you say to that, Tom Swift?

"Twenty-thousand-dollars-a-year!" repeated Mr. Gale unctuously, rolling
the words off his tongue. "Twen-ty-thou-sand-dol-lars-a-year! Think of
it!"

"I am thinking of it," said Tom Swift gently, "and I thank you for your
offer. It is, indeed, very generous. But I must give you the same
answer. I cannot accept."

"Tom!" exclaimed his aged father.

"Mr. Swift!" exclaimed the two visitors.

Tom smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, I know very well what I am saying, and what I am turning down," he
said. "But I simply cannot accept. I have other plans. I am sorry you
have had your trip for nothing," he added to the visitors, "but,
really, I must refuse."

"Is that your final answer?" asked Mr. Gale.

"Yes."

"Don't you want to take a day or two to think it over?" asked the
treasurer. "Don't be hasty. Remember that very few young men can
command that salary, and I may say you will find us liberal in other
ways. You would have some time to yourself."

"That is what I most need," returned Tom. "Time to myself. No, thank
you, gentlemen, I cannot accept."

"Be careful!" warned Mr. Gale, and it sounded as though there might be
a threat in his voice. "This is our last offer, and your last chance.
We will not renew this. If you do not accept our twenty thousand
dollars now, you will never get it again."

"I realize that," said Tom, "and I am prepared to take the consequences.

"Very well, then," said Mr. Gale. "There seems nothing for us to do,
Mr. Ware, but to go back to New York. I bid you good-day," and he bowed
stiffly to Tom. "I hope you will not regret your refusal of our offer."

"I hope so myself," said Tom, lightly.

When the visitors had gone Mr. Swift turned toward his son, and,
shaking his head, remarked:

"Of course, you know your own