“Well, I don't know,” said Dick, wavering. “You'd pay me the money down on the nail, wouldn't you?”
“Yes,” said John. “I'll show you the bill now.”
He took from his pocketbook a two-dollar greenback, and displayed it to Dick.
“You could buy cigars enough with this to last you some time,” he said insinuatingly.
“So I could. I declare, I've a good mind to take up your offer.”
“You'd better. It's a good one.”
“But why don't you do it yourself?” asked Dick, with sudden wonder.
“Because father's very strict,” said John glibly, “and if I should leave the house at night, he'd be sure to find it out.”
“That's where I have the advantage. I sleep downstairs, and can easily slip out of the window, without anybody's being the wiser.”
“Just the thing. Then you agree?”