"Why, he doesn't even know you!" Carrots exclaimed, in a tone of reproach.
"Oh, yes, he does; but you see it's kind er dark in here, an' I s'pose he couldn't see my face very well, or he didn't notice."
"What are you goin' to do 'bout it?"
"Wait till he gets settled, an' then we'll go up an' call on him. You do the talkin', while I stand back an' 'gree to all you say."
Now that they were where the scheme could be carried into execution, Carrots was by no means confident it would be a success, and actually felt rather timid about making the attempt; but, urged on by Teenie, he finally mustered up courage to open the door of the office. He stood on the threshold, gazing first at the attorney and then back at his friend.
"Well, what do you want?" the gentleman asked, looking inquiringly at the boy.
This question appeared to restore to Carrots a certain portion of his self-possession, and he entered the room, standing in the middle of the floor as he beckoned to his friend to follow.
"What do you want?" the lawyer asked again, impatiently.
"Well, you see—I come—we want—"
"Out with it. What did you come for?"