"What do you want to do to-day?" demanded Sube.
"Nuthin' much. Do you want the job, or don't you?"
"I don't know yet. What'll you gimme?"
"I'll give you a dime. And it's an awful easy way to earn a dime, too," asserted Cathead suavely.
"I don't care so much about the money," vapored Sube; "but I'm goin' to be awful tired when I get through cuttin' the lawn."
"Well, if you don't care about the money, what do you care about?" demanded Cathead.
And suddenly Sube remembered all the valuable property he had parted with in order to get a much-needed haircut, and that Cathead had steadfastly refused to be treated like an "uncle," but had insisted that he had bought everything outright.
"Let's see," muttered Sube; "you still got my automatic?"
This high-sounding weapon was an antique revolver with the cylinder missing, but it was the apple of his eye.
"Why, yes," agreed Cathead. "I'll give you that."