“Yes, and shall soon be richer. However, I don’t want him to know it. It is he who holds the mortgage on my uncle’s farm.”
“Do you know how large the mortgage is?”
“It is twelve hundred dollars. I shall borrow the money of you to pay it.”
“I understand,” said Rodney, smiling.
“I shall enjoy the way the old man will look down upon me very much as a millionaire looks down upon a town pauper.”
“How will he look upon me?”
“He will be very polite to you, for he will think you richer than himself.”
“On the whole, we are going to act a comedy, Mr. Pettigrew. What is the name of the man who lent you money to go to Montana?”
“A young carpenter, Frank Dobson. He lent me a hundred dollars, which was about all the money he had saved up.”
“He was a true friend.”