"And more, too," Tom nodded. "Did you think, Jim, that we had never earned any money?"
"Well, I didn't know that you probably made more'n eighteen or twenty dollars a week," Ferrers declared.
"We've made slightly more than that, with two good railroad jobs behind us," Tom laughed. "And here's our firm pass-book at the bank, Jim. You'll see by it that we have a good deal more than a thousand dollars there. Now, you draw the thousand that the check calls for. When you're through you may have some money left. If you do, turn the money in at the bank, have it entered on the pass-book and then bring the book to me."
"I'll have to think this over," muttered Ferrers, "and you'd better set down most of it in writing so that I won't forget."
The smoke from the cook fire brought Alf Drew in from hiding, his finger-tips stained brown as usual.
"Now, see here, young man," said Tom gravely, "there is no objection to your taking some of your time off with your 'makings,' but Ferrers is going away, and you must stay around more for the next two or three days. Otherwise, there won't be any meals or any payday coming to you."
"Is Mr. Ferrers going to Dugout City?" asked Alf, with sudden interest.
"Yes."
"Say, I'll work mighty hard if you'll advance me fifty cents and let me get an errand done by Mr. Ferrers."
"Here's the money," smiled Tom, passing over the half dollar.