At last his dinner was over, and taking the check in his hand, Jed made his way to the table in front.
"Mr. Barry," he said as calmly as he could, "I believe you owe me two dollars. I shall be glad if you will pay me now."
Barry looked up quickly, and actually seemed embarrassed when he recognized Jed.
"Confusion!" he ejaculated. "The kid!"
CHAPTER XXIII. JED'S BAD LUCK.
"Yes," answered Jed coolly, "it is the kid. I have called upon Mr. Claflin, and also at the office of the Tribune. Probably you can guess what I was told at both places."
Mr. Barry felt that he was in a tight place, but reflecting that Jed was only a boy, he determined to bluff him off.
"I don't know what you are talking about, boy," he said. "I know nothing of Mr. Claflin, and have nothing to do with the Tribune office."