"Why?"
"He jest came out of O'Grady's saloon and he's more'n half full."
"Do you mean drunk?"
"Dat's it."
"Then I don't think I care to see him."
"Does he owe you anything?" went on the street urchin, with a coolness that swallowed up the impertinence of the question.
"No, he doesn't owe me anything. He advertised for a clerk and I had a notion I would strike for the situation," answered Robert, who could not help but like the street lad, he had such an open, friendly face.
"He had a fight with one o' his clerks day before yesterday, an' the clerk got a black eye."
"Indeed. And what did the clerk do?"
"I heard dad say he was going to have old Rogers arrested, but Rogers gave him some extry money to keep still about it."