“I think he is pretty well off,” answered Chester.
“How long does he stay in the city?”
“He was to leave this morning. He is going to Washington.”
David Mullins was glad to hear this. It would make it easier for him to discharge Chester.
He dispatched him on an errand, and was about to make some entries in the books when Dick Ralston strolled in.
“How are you, Dick? Can I do anything for you this morning?”
“Yes; you can let me have a hundred dollars.”
“I can’t do that,” answered the bookkeeper, with a slight frown.
“You’ll have to settle up soon,” said Ralston, in a surly tone.
“Give me time, can’t you? I can’t do everything in a minute. What is the matter with you? You look as if you had got out of the wrong side of the bed.”