"Aw, bury the rules," cried Watson.
While the teller looked Evan's difference loomed up as big as a mountain. The tired savings clerk had stumbled over it many times.
"By Jove!" he shouted, "give us another cigarette!"
A moment later he was sorry he had asked for it, but he was obliged to smoke it. It brought him such pleasant sensations he decided it would be a good medicine to take in crises of hard work.
Immediately after Nelson's difference was found, the boys planned a dance. They had been treated well by the girls of Mt. Alban, and it was up to them to reciprocate.
"Don't you think so?" asked the semi-drunk.
"Sure," said Evan, choking on an inhale.
"Who'll start the fund?" asked Bill.
"I will," responded Nelson, producing a five-dollar bill—all he had.
"That's the kind of a sport," said the foreign teller. "Gee! I haven't seen a real five outside my cage for a month."