“Nothin’ much. I’m only thinking,” was Teddy’s brief response.
“Well, don’t let it strike in and kill you,” warned the salesman waggishly.
Teddy smiled, but faintly. He was hardly in the mood for pleasantries.
That evening as he and Harry started up Commerce Street together, Teddy said in a low tone, “Maybe I won’t work in the store much longer.”
Harry’s eyes opened wide.
“Why not?” he demanded. “What’s the matter?”
Teddy plunged into an account of the impromptu game of catch that had ended so disastrously. “What had I better do? Must I go to Mr. Marsh and tell him?” For once Teddy could see nothing funny in the situation.
Harry hesitated before answering. “Yes, Ted, I believe I would,” he said at last. “If someone else has happened to see you, Mr. Marsh will surely hear of it. Then it will be a good deal worse for you. You can explain to him that it was an accident.”
“But I don’t want to tell on Arthur,” objected Teddy.