"Well, the guvnor has written saying that I am idle and hopeless, and has taken my name off the books and refused to have anything more to do with me."
Scott gasped. "Oh, Lord, I am so sorry—dear old man—never mind, remember we promised to stick to each other. Now let's talk it over. What do you propose to do?"
"I shall go up to town this afternoon if I can get some money. I have had some work offered me on The Pilgrim, and I am sure to get along somehow."
"Of course you will, old man, you always succeed—look here, have you got any 'oof?"
"Not a penny."
"Well, I've got about twenty pounds I don't want. You had better take them."
"Thanks awfully, old chap, but I don't think I will, I owe you too much as it is. I don't know when I shall be able to repay you."
"Oh, but do, old man, you must have some cash."
"Well, if——"
"Ah, I knew you wouldn't mind; let me write you a cheque, you can cash it at the Old Bank this morning."