"I suppose you'll let it run," remarked Edgar with a troubled look.
"I should be glad to do so, my dear boy, but I need the money. I was hit rather hard at the races yesterday, and the long and short of it is, that you will have to pay me."
"I can't pay you," said Edgar doggedly.
Schuyler frowned.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded sternly.
"I mean exactly what I say. I haven't got any money. I only get five dollars a week, and I can't spare any of that."
"You've got to get the money. You had no business to bet if you couldn't pay."
"I never did bet till I got acquainted with you."
"Enough of this, boy!" said Hamilton, waving his hand in a dignified manner. "I shall have to lay the matter before your father."
"No, don't do that! He wouldn't let me keep my wages."