“So you are getting on your high horse, Mullins, are you?”
“No; but you are too well known, Dick. If you were only an ordinary man, now, it would be different, but your striking appearance naturally makes people curious about you.”
Dick Ralston was not insensible to flattery, and this compliment propitiated him. He was about to go out when Chester entered, returning from his errand.
“How are you, kid?” inquired Ralston.
“Very well, Mr. Ralston,” answered Chester, coldly, for he could not forget how the gambler had treated his old father.
“Well, did you pass the evening with that cowboy from Minneapolis?”
“I spent the evening with Mr. Perkins.”
“Of course! That’s what I mean. Has he got money?”
“He didn’t tell me.”
“He gave Felix money to go to the theater,” interposed Mullins.