But Dick did not even glance at it, for this was a new shock. Some day he meant to go back and claim his position—some day—but here was a man with whom he had been on most intimate terms staring at him blankly without a sign of recognition!
“Mornin’!” said Jerry, shortly; and he faced round and walked on. But Dick was after him directly, recovering somewhat from the shock he had sustained, and ready to treat the position with something like forced mirth in his delight at meeting one old link with the past.
“Jerry!” he cried, and the man faced round sharply.
“Well, what do you want with him?”
“Don’t you know me, Jerry?” cried Dick.
“No, and don’t want to; and, if this is a try-on to get me to stand beer, it’s a dead failure!”
“Not quite!” said Dick, smiling, though his heart ached.
“Look here, do you want a tanner?” cried Jerry, snappishly.
“Well, I am short of money,” said Dick, as a sudden thought came to mind; “but not a tanner. Pay me the sovereign you borrowed of me!”
“What?”