“Well, this is my street,” announced Charley, as he paused on a corner. “Come on over some night and see a fellow.”
“I will, only I can’t until after the holidays. We’re going to keep open evenings beginning next week.”
“That’s tough. You ought to be a telephone boy, and get done at three o’clock. I went to a moving picture show this afternoon.”
“I wish I could go. But let me know if you hear of a chance for me, Charley.”
“I will, Tom. Hope you keep your job.”
“I don’t know as I want to, since I’ve heard about yours,” replied Tom with a laugh. “Good-night.”
Tom hurried on to his home. As he reached the steps, and felt for the key of the door, he gave a sudden start. The envelope containing the ten dollars which Dr. Spidderkins had given him, and which he had put in his pocket, was gone!
CHAPTER VI
OUT OF WORK
Thinking he might not have looked in the right pocket, Tom made a hasty search through all the others.
“No use,” he said dolefully, “it’s gone! I must have dropped it after I left the house. What’s to be done?”