"Wa'al," said Mr. Harum, lifting himself to a seat on the counter, "how've you made out? All O.K.?"
"Yes," replied John, "I think so."
"Where's Chet?"
"He went away some few minutes ago. He said he had a good many things to attend to as he was leaving in the morning."
"E-um'm!" said David incredulously. "I guess 't won't take him long to close up his matters. Did he leave ev'rything in good shape? Cash all right, an' so on?"
"I think so," said John. "The cash is right I am sure."
"How 'bout the books?"
"I asked him to let me have the balance sheets, and he said that you must have them, but that he would come in in the morning and—well, what he said was that he would see me in the morning, and, as he put it, look after any little last thing."
"E-um'm!" David grunted. "He won't do no such a thing. We've seen the last of him, you bet, an' a good riddance. He'll take the nine o'clock to-night, that's what he'll do. Drawed his pay, I guess, didn't he?"
"He said he was to be paid for this month," answered John, "and took sixty dollars. Was that right?"