“You may bring him in, Pat, and then go to your work. I shall not need you any more at present,” said Pearson.
“I’ll go, but devil a bit will I work. I don’t think annyone needs me now, and I’ll just sit down here until someone does need me.”
“Clarence, you have been thinking this over, have you—what we were talking about? I hope you will be sensible now, and make up your mind to do as I want you to.”
“You want me to swear that I am not Clarence Pearson?”
“Yes. You will be helping yourself by so doing.”
“Well, then, I will.”
“That will help you to look forward for something to live on ten years from now.”
“Well, what can I do to help you out of your trouble?”
“My trouble? I am not in trouble.”
“You are not worried over my not doing as you requested me to do?”