“I’d get even with him if I were you, Cousin David.”
“Trust me for that! I generally pay off all debts of that kind.”
“How will you do it?” asked Felix, curiously.
“I don’t know yet. Probably I’ll get him into some bad scrape that will secure his discharge.”
“And then you’ll get me into the place?”
“I am afraid I can’t. I am not on good terms with Mr. Fairchild, and my recommendation won’t do you much good, even if I do manage to get rid of Chester.”
“Then I don’t see how I am going to be benefited by working for you,” said Felix, dissatisfied.
“I’ll pay you in some way. To begin with, here’s a dollar. This is for your errand of this morning.”
“Thank you, Cousin David,” said Felix, pocketing the bill with an air of satisfaction. “I think I’ll go to Daly’s Theater to-night. Father doesn’t give me much spending money—only twenty-five cents a week, and what’s a fellow to do with such a beggarly sum as that?”
“It is more than I had at your age.”