He really did not mean to do it; but just at that moment his foot kicked against a huge earthenware jar full of oil, and shivered it in pieces.
"You've broke your indenture! You—you——"
"I've broken your jar, anyhow," cried Archie.
He picked up his hat, and rushing out, ran recklessly off to his club.
He was "something in soap" no more.
He was beggared, but he was free, unless indeed Mr. Glorie should put him in gaol.
CHAPTER IV.
THE KING MAY COME IN THE CADGER'S WAY.
Mr. Glorie did not put his runaway apprentice in gaol. He simply advertised for another—with a premium.
Poor Archie! His condition in life was certainly not to be envied now. He had but very few pounds between him and actual want.