"If I put in a tanner, how'll I know Mr. Silver'll get it?" he asked ingenuously.
Stanley jeered, and Jerry shot his chin forward.
"Say, young Alf," he said. "Am I a genelman?—or ain't I?"
"That ain't 'ardly for me to say, Jerry," answered the cherub with delicate tact.
Then there might have been trouble but for the interference of the lordly Albert.
"Don't you let him pinch nothin' off o' you, Alf," he said. "Mr. Silver's all right."
"What ye mean?" asked the indignant Jerry. "Ain't he broke then?"
"He'll be a rich man again by then I done with him," answered Albert loftily. "That's what I mean."
"When will you be done with him then?" jeered Jerry.
"After the National," answered Albert. "Yes, my boy, you'll get your 'alf-dollar at Christmas same as usual—if so be you deserves it."