“Now I must run down and say good-by to my brother,” said Mr. Jones, “and by that time the ’bus will be along to take me across the river. When I return I hope to find you on your feet, and with money in your pocket. Take care of yourself.”
Mr. Jones hurried out, and in a few moments more was standing in the presence of his brother, and recounting in glowing language the success of his plans.
Will was in ecstasies.
“I will put the finishing touch to them,” said he. “I will find Whitney, tell him that he has been swindled, and put him up to have Guy arrested.”
“That would be a cunning trick, wouldn’t it?” said Mr. Jones.
“Why, it will bring the matter to the notice of Mr. Walker,” said Will, “and that’s just what I want.”
“Well, it is just what I don’t want,” said Mr. Jones. “If Guy is arrested, I lose my situation, for of course he will blow on me. You let him alone. I’ve given him plenty of rope, and if he doesn’t succeed in hanging himself by the time I get back, I can easily do it for him.”
The commercial traveler hurried out to catch the omnibus, and Will tumbled into bed to dream of Guy’s disgrace, and his immediate accession to the office of shipping clerk.