CHAPTER XVII.
BOB GOES FOR AN OFFICER.
Old Gunwagner saw quite clearly that any further effort to play upon the boys’ sympathy was useless.
The first shock of his surprise was over, and now the subtle cunning of his nature began to reassert itself.
“Boys, you have the advantage of me at present,” said he, softly. “But I can’t see how it will pay you to act foolish.”
“What do you mean?” asked Herbert.
“I mean that it will pay you a good deal better to make terms with me.”
“How so?”
“Would you like to be rich?” was the reply.
“I suppose every American wants to be rich, and I guess we are no exception, are we, Bob?”