"I never made the promise," retorted Jack, growing angry as Tom cooled. "I said I would come if I could; but what would have been the use of coming last night, you knew that Tittlebrat went straight to the winning-post, wasn't that good enough?"
"No, not for me," replied Tom. "I wanted the ten shillings I stole to put back in the desk, and return it to my master."
"Oh, of course, it was the money, I knew all about that," said the other; "it's always the same, you're always in a great hurry to return what you've borrowed, I daresay."
"Yes, I am," replied Tom, "and especially now, when nobody knew I had borrowed it."
"And so you thought you would get the money last night. What an idea you must have of business, and how things are managed among gentlemen!" Jack spoke in a tone of supreme contempt.
"Well, you said we should get the money as soon as ever the race was run," replied Tom.
"And when was it run, pray?" demanded the other, in a tone of indignant expostulation.
"Why, yesterday, and, of course, I expected it last night."
"More fool you then!" retorted Jack, losing his patience again.
"Well, I don't see that I was such a fool," said Tom. "You said as soon as the race is run you will have your money down on the nail, and, of course, I thought I could take that ten shillings back this morning."