He did not forget to inform his friend that the professor still wore his (Sam's) cap on his head, and that he had probably carried it to the city with him.
As Oscar proceeded with his story, the look of astonishment on Sam's face gradually gave way to an altogether different expression, and when Oscar ceased speaking, he seated himself on the bench again, and gazed down at the floor in a brown study.
"Now, then, what's the matter with you?" demanded Oscar.
"If I answer your question at all, I shall say just what I think," replied Sam.
"That is what I want you to do. Speak out."
"I will. You have missed it. If you are wise, you will lose no time in telling Mr. Smith that you will take those thirty-five dollars a month."
"But, Sam, I can't do it. I promised the professor that I would keep myself free until I heard from him."
"Professor!" exclaimed Sam, with great disgust. "He is about as much a professor as I am."
"If you had heard him talk this morning, you wouldn't think so. I tell you he is educated."