"What was the man's appearance?"
"He was tall, and not very well dressed."
"It is hardly likely that he ever wrote an article for the Tribune or any other of the city dailies. I hope he did not get all your money?"
"No, sir. I have considerable besides."
"I advise you to take good care of it, and to steer clear of questionable acquaintances."
Mr. Claflin turned to a letter which he was writing, and Jed felt that he was dismissed. Mr. Claflin had said nothing about taking him into his employment, and he went down stairs feeling mortified and depressed.
Mingled with these feelings was one of anger at having been so cruelly deceived by his steamboat acquaintance.
"I'd just like to meet him again!" soliloquized Jed, involuntarily doubling up his fist.
"I wonder whether he really writes for the Tribune?" he asked himself.