“Good for him!” exclaimed Bob. “We were 164 speaking about him last night, and wondering how he was making out. I’m mighty glad to hear that he has landed an engagement.”
“So am I,” said Larry. “Although, now that I’ve got one, he would have had half of what I made until he did drop into something. It’s always been share and share alike with us.”
By this time the taxicab had reached the hotel, and the boys helped Larry out. He was regaining his strength rapidly now, and his friends were delighted to note the improvement in him.
“You won’t need that crutch much longer, Larry, I can see that,” Bob told him.
“I hope not,” responded Larry. “And won’t it be a happy day when I can throw it into the discard? Believe me, it’s a terrible thing to have to rely on one.”
“I hope we never have to make the experiment,” said Bob, soberly. “But you’re mighty lucky to be getting along the way you are. When they first took you to the hospital, the doctor didn’t think you’d pull through. He didn’t say so in so many words, but we could see that he thought it.”
“I don’t doubt it,” said Larry, as they slowly mounted the steps leading to the lobby. “You can believe that I felt as though the roof had caved in on top of me.”
At that moment a tall boy passed them rapidly, 165 going out of the door into the street. It was Buck Looker, and he had passed the others without recognizing them.
“Did you ever hear any more from Buck?” questioned Bob of Larry.
“No,” and Larry’s face clouded. “But I suppose he still thinks me guilty of that robbery.”