"What makes you say that?"
"You can't afford to dine at such a place, a boy in your position. I don't believe you have five dollars in the world."
Now was the time for Oliver to confound his incredulous enemy.
He took out the roll of bills he had recentlyreceived and displayed it to Roland, letting him see five, ten, and twenty-dollar bills.
"I am not quite reduced to beggary, as you see," he said.
"How did you get all that money?" gasped Roland.
"I don't choose to tell you. I will only say this, that I have made more money since I left Mr. Bond's than I made while I was in his employment—three times over."
"You have?" ejaculated Roland, who was beginning to feel some respect for the boy who could make so much money, even though he disliked him. "I thought you hadn't got a place," he said, after a moment's thought.
"No more I have," replied Oliver. "I am my own employer."
"In business for yourself, hey?"