"You cub!" he hissed. "You are always interfering with me."
He turned upon his heel and left the reading room.
"He won't trouble you any more, Edgar," said Mark.
"How can I thank you, Mark?" said Edgar gratefully. "You have got me out of a bad scrape. That fellow has drained me of every cent. I had to borrow five dollars of a clerk in the office to satisfy him, and if I pay it I shall have nothing to spend for a week."
"Then let me be your banker, Edgar," said Mark as he drew a five-dollar note from his pocket and offered it to his cousin.
"Can you spare this, Mark?" asked Edgar in surprise and relief.
"Yes."
"I don't know when I can repay you."
"Take your own time. Pay a dollar a week if you like."
"Won't you call round at the house?" asked Edgar.