Tom’s face fell instantly, as though the remark suggested some unpleasant and disturbing subject. He looked quite anxious.
“Yes, Ben,” he replied, “I got a letter this morning. He will be here to-morrow.”
“How’s that?”
“It seems he has made his arrangement to go into paid service on the North Atlantic coast.”
“And he wants his money?” questioned Ben uneasily.
“That’s about it,” answered Tom in a subdued tone.
“Too bad!” murmured Ben. “You can’t reach it any way, Tom?”
“I’m afraid not,” responded Tom. “As you know, my aunt wrote me yesterday that she had everything invested. She said that the first of the month she had some interest money coming in, and would send me a hundred dollars as soon as it did.”
“But that’s too late to do any good.”
“Yes,” admitted Tom reluctantly.