Bob, however, was up at his usual hour in the morning, and off to look after his paper trade. Business proved good with him on this occasion—unusually good—so that his profits amounted to quite a nice little sum. He therefore planned to give Herbert a good warm breakfast, something better than it had been their custom to eat.
Presently Tom Flannery appeared.
“You here, Bob?” said the latter, with surprise. “I thought you was done for, sure.”
“What made you think that, Tom?”
“Why, because you didn’t show up.”
“You didn’t wait for me, did you?”
“Didn’t I? Well, I should think I did, till near twelve o’clock, too, when I was so near froze I couldn’t stay no longer; and Bob, I thought it was all up with you.”
“Why, Tom, you hadn’t oughter staid. I told you to go home after you lit the fire.”
“I know you did, Bob, but I didn’t feel like goin’ home and leavin’ you alone in that den. You see I thought you might need me.”
“Tom, you’ve got more sand than I thought you had. I wish I coulder fixed it so you coulder been on the inside too.”