CHAPTER II.
CASPER IS DISGUSTED.
"Well, you have been to that old express office again and invested some of your hard earnings in 'old horse,' haven't you?" repeated Jack, placing his hands on his hips and looking sullenly at the box, which Julian placed upon the table. "Is that any way for you to save your money?"
"No, it is not; but, Jack, I've got something in this," said Julian. "See how nicely this box is done up——"
"I don't care to know anything about it," said Jack, turning away and going on with his preparations of getting supper. "That is the only thing I have against you. What do you care what is in those bundles? If they were worth anything don't you suppose that the people to whom they were addressed would have come after them? How much money have you got in bank, anyway?"
"About forty dollars, I guess, including tips and everything."
"Well, I've got a hundred," said Jack. "You will never be able to go into business by doing this way."
"Lend me your knife and talk about it afterward. I want to get these screws out."
"Take your own knife. I don't want to have mine broken."
"Well, I want you to remember one thing, Jack. If I get anything out of this box, it is mine entirely. You will have no interest in it."