He did not know what to do, and scratched his head in perplexity.
"Come around Saturday and I will pay you in full," he called out.
"You told me you would pay me last Saturday, Mr. Bulson."
"I know I did, but I was disappointed about a remittance. I will surely have your money this coming Saturday."
"Without fail?"
"Without fail."
"All right, Mr. Bulson. But I must have it then, or else take possession of the rooms." And with this parting shot the agent departed.
"The impudent fellow!" muttered Homer Bulson. "To talk to me in that fashion! He shall wait until I get good and ready to pay him!"
Nevertheless, the young man's pocketbook was very nearly empty, and this worried him not a little.
Several times he had thought of applying to his uncle for a loan, but each time had hesitated, being afraid that Mark Horton would suspect his extravagant mode of living.