Tip was silent a moment.
“I wish I’d known that,” he said, after a pause.
“Suppose you had?” inquired Gerald curiously.
“I’d have let you out before he came for five dollars.”
“That is very kind of you, Tip. What would your uncle have done to you?”
“He’d have licked me, but I’d stand a lickin’ any time for five dollars.”
“I see, Tip, you are a sharp boy. I haven’t any hard feelings against you. I hope you will grow up a good man.”
Tip shook his head.
“It ain’t likely,” he said. “There ain’t many good boys round here. This ain’t a Sunday-school neighborhood.”