On the following day, after the paper trade of the morning was over, Bob and Tom, acting upon young Randolph’s advice, went to the Emigrants’ Industrial Savings Bank, and deposited each five dollars. They felt very proud as they came out into Chambers Street with their bank books.
“It’s a starter any way,” said Bob.
“I’ve been thinking over what Herbert said, and I guess between you’n me, Tom, he is ’bout right.”
“That’s what I think too, Bob,” replied young Flannery, for aside from the matter of betting on horse racing and speculating, he always agreed with Bob.
“I think we was in big luck, Tom, when we run on to Herbert Randolph.”
“I think so, too, Bob; but why do you think so?”
“Why do I think so! Well, ef that ain’t a queer question, Tom Flannery. Would you a’ had that bank book now, with your name, Thomas Flannery, in plain writin’ writ across it, I’d like to know, ef it hadn’t been for Vermont?”
“No, I wouldn’t. That’s so, Bob, I wouldn’t, fer to be honest with you, Bob, I think I’d put it on racin’.”
“So you would, Tom, ef you’d had it, but you wouldn’t er had it.”
“Well, I never thought of that, Bob, but it’s so, ain’t it?”