"I say, Dick," said Dan, "stop a minute. I want to speak to you."
"Go ahead, Dan."
"I want you to lend me two dollars. Our rent is due, and I can raise it all but that."
Dick shook his head, and was about to speak, when Dan said hurriedly, for he felt that it was his last chance:
"You needn't be afraid of me, Dick; I'll pay you sure, and give you more interest, too, than you get in the bank."
"I haven't got any money in the bank, Dan."
"You had last week," said Dan, suspiciously.
"So I had, but I haven't now."
"You don't want to lend—that's what's the matter."
"You are mistaken, Dan. I'm not a bit afraid of lending to you, but I have lent my money already."