Later on he told me he had sailed around the lake, and into many of the coves, but had seen no trace of the Catch Me. I was sorry to hear this, but in the light of the greater calamity I hardly gave the matter any attention.
“I suppose you didn’t think to get them things you spoke on?” observed Ford when the fisherman was gone.
“What things?” I asked.
“The groceries you were going to get down to Jackson’s.”
“He wouldn’t let me have them. He said I would have to settle up in full before I could have anything more.”
“The miserly chump!” exclaimed Ford; “and after you paying him hundreds of dollars! I wouldn’t patronize him any more!”
“I don’t intend to.” I paused for a moment. “Dan, I am in a bad fix all around. I haven’t any money, and we need things. I don’t know how I am going to pay you your wages next Saturday.”
“Well, don’t let that worry you, Rube; I can get along.”
“But that’s not the point. It isn’t fair to ask you to wait,” I went on earnestly.