“Yes, we were friends in a way.”
“Now you are up and I am down—Jasper, I want a dollar.”
“I dare say you do. Plenty want that.”
“I want it from you.”
“I can’t spare it.”
“You can spare it better than you can spare your situation.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked Jasper, growing nervous.
“I’ll tell you what I mean. How long do you think you would stay in the store if Mr. Goodnow knew that you were concerned in the theft from which he has suffered?”
“Was I the only one?”
“No; I am equally guilty.”