"If I could only get hold of him," muttered Jed vengefully, "I would give him something to remember me by."
All the while Jed walked on, though his walk was aimless. He was as well off in one part of the city as another, and only walked to fill up time.
He found himself passing a drug store. Just outside the door he saw the sign "Boy wanted," and with a little kindling of hope he entered the store.
Just behind the counter stood a man with a sandy beard, who appeared to be the proprietor. To him Jed addressed himself.
"I see you want a boy," he said.
"Yes; do you want a place?"
"Yes, sir."
"I hardly think you would be satisfied with the wages we pay, unless you particularly wish to learn our business."
"What do you pay, sir?"