"Barry," whispered Joe, in a sort of awe-stricken voice. "Have you got four or five dollars to spare?"
Barry hesitated.
"It's only until pay-day," said Joe, eagerly. "I'll get my check in a week and I'll be sure to pay you back."
"It's not that, Joe," said Barry, gently. "I'd be willing to give you every penny I've got in the world, but I hate to see you waste your money."
"Oh, it won't be wasted," he cried.
Without another word Barry put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pocket-book, reached in and lifted out a five-dollar note and handed it to the other.
"You're a bully fellow," exclaimed Joe, in his old happy-go-lucky, care-free manner. "I knew you wouldn't go back on an old pal."
"Of eight weeks' standing," said Barry, drily.
Joe's eyes danced with delight.
"That's a long while in these days of fierce competition."