"You will have to excuse me, Dr. Remington," said Robert. He saw no reason for accommodating the man who had caused his best friend so much trouble.
"Won't you lend me the money?" demanded the doctor half angrily.
"I will not."
"Don't get on a high-horse about it, Frost. Anybody is liable to get into a hole now and then."
"I am not getting on a high-horse. I don't care to lend you ten dollars, that's all."
"Then make it five. I'll pay you back to-morrow evening, sure."
"Dr. Remington, I shall not lend you five cents. I understand you, and I have no use for you. Now let me pass."
"You--you monkey!" hissed the irate doctor, and raised the cane he carried as if to strike Robert on the head. But the steady gaze out of our hero's eyes disconcerted him, and lowering the stick he passed on, and was soon swallowed up in the crowd on the street.
Robert found Dick Marden's room without trouble, and came upon the miner just as the latter was preparing to go away for the day.
"Robert, my boy!" cried Dick Marden, as he shook our hero's hand warmly. "I was just wondering if you were in Chicago or in England. You look well. How has it been with you?"