"What do you want me to pay?"
"You ought to pay me at least five dollars a week," growled Sam Pepper, after a crafty look into the boy's face.
"Five dollars a week!" ejaculated Nelson in surprise. "Why, I don't make it, excepting when business is good."
"Well, it's got to be five dollars a week after this."
"I can get board at other places for three."
"You won't go to no other place. You'll stay here, and if you make a dollar or more a day you'll pay me the five dollars."
"But who will buy me any clothes?"
"Aint that suit good enough?"
"No, it's not. I was saving up to buy another suit, but Billy Darnley stole five dollars of the savings from me this morning," went on Nelson bitterly.
"Stole five dollars from you? I don't believe you."