“It’s enough for me to know I have been of service to you,” he said. “I want no thanks.”
“But,” protested Shirley, “where are you going?”
“I don’t know exactly,” replied the boy. “Back to Cincinnati, I guess.”
“Do your father and mother live there?” asked the girl.
“I have no father and mother,” was the slow response.
“Forgive me,” said Shirley impulsively. “I didn’t know. What are you planning to do?”
Again the lad shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I guess I shall find a job of some kind, though.”
“Surely you will not get mixed up with Jones again?” asked Shirley anxiously.
“No,” replied Dick. “I am through with Jones and his kind forever.”