“Myself for one.”
“Somebody else?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“You’re it.”
Fowler fell back and stared at Harper. He had taken a seat opposite his fellow actor. Harper returned his stare with something like still greater sourness.
“What’s the matter with me?” asked Fowler, wondering.
“You’re a confounded idiot!” answered Harper, bluntly.
“Well, I must say I like your plain language!” exclaimed Fowler, coloring and looking decidedly touched. “You were in a bad temper when we started for Denver, but you seem to be worse now. What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I see now that I’ve put a foot in the soup. I am broke, and I need money. All I am liable to get is the two weeks salary I shall receive from Merriwell. If I’d kept my mouth shut I might have a new engagement with him, like the others.”