“Good-by, fren’!” said he. He shook the cap in front of the others. “Here’s fur the lil’ rooster; step up to the capen’s office an’ settle, gents!” he called. “’Member what de Bible says, ‘Fool an’ his money soon parted.’ Come up! Come up!”
They came up generously.
“Stick a five in there for me, Bill,” said Benny to the passenger agent, “I’m strapped.”
“How much you got, boy?” asked the agent, as Happy counted the money.
“Fo’ty dollars, even money, Misto’ Breckenridge.” The agent was a bachelor with a fat salary. “Here, that makes it fifty,” said he. He turned to Felton. “Now, what do you say if we go across the street and—er—discuss this matter a little further?”
“Go you,” replied Felton.
“Now, Jimmy, you sit here for a moment. We’re going on some business.”
The boy glanced at them sharply. “Youse fellers is goin’ to get a drink,” said he.
Those big men put their hands on their sides and roared.
“You’ll find that kid worse than a wife, Felton!” said the agent.