“It seems likely to be permanent.”
“Well, I guess I must be goin’. If he should lose his place, tell him I will take him back any time.”
“I don’t think he would be satisfied to come back to Wyncombe after working in New York.”
Silas Tripp returned to his house rather disappointed. He had felt so sure of securing Chester’s services, and now his old boy seemed to be quite out of his reach.
“Offered to send his mother five dollars a week!” he soliloquized. “Then he must be makin’ as much as ten in his new place. Mr. Mullins didn’t seem to know about it. I wonder what he can be doin’ to get such a high salary.”
CHAPTER XXVIII.
PROF. NUGENT.
Chester still went three times a week to the house of Prof. Hazlitt. He was getting on fast with the professor’s work.
“I think I shall go to press with my book before the end of the year,” said the professor, one evening, as Chester was taking his leave. “In my preface I shall mention your name, Chester, as my artistic collaborator.”