"When I leave school I am going to be a lawyer."
"I hope you make a success of it."
"I shall—I am going to be one of the greatest lawyers in this country," added the rich boy, boastfully.
"Are your folks here?"
"My mother is. Dad is at the iron works."
"They tell me he isn't doing very well there," said Randy.
"He is doing fine. He discharged some of the good-for-nothing hands, that's all. Bartlett used to hire a lot of sticks."
"I don't believe it. Mr. Bartlett knows his business."
"Humph!"
The rain was letting up and Randy prepared to walk to Catskill. As wet as he was, he resolved not to ask any favor at the hands of Bob Banks.