“Well, I guess not! I wouldn’t be here but for the awful time I had with pop.”
And Gus Gregory shook his head over the remembrance of the occurrence.
“Then you ran away?”
“I suppose you would call it that. But I didn’t run; I couldn’t. I walked, and mighty slow at that!”
“But what made you come away at all?”
“It was all on account of that scrape we got into over at Dr. Tangus’s. On Monday night pop called me into the library, and said he had got a bill of damages from the old man. What do you suppose it was? Forty-five dollars!”
“Forty-five dollars! Phew!” ejaculated Oliver. “That was the whole damage done, I suppose.”
“No; that was only my share. I can tell you father was mad, and he sailed right into me. He had been suffering from a toothache all day, and his temper was none of the best. I can tell you I caught it!”
Gus Gregory drew a deep breath and shifted his shoulders uneasily.