"And I'll print you some handbills for nothing."
"Good. When do you want the money? Will next week do?"
"Yes. Mr. Anderson won't expect the money before."
Here Ferguson entered the efface. Harry made a signal of silence to the professor, whom he introduced. Then he said:—
"Well, Ferguson, what luck?"
"None at all," answered his fellow-compositor, evidently dispirited.
"Nobody seems to have any money. We shall have to give up our plan."
"I don't mean to give it up."
"Then perhaps you'll tell me where to find the money."
"I will."
"You don't mean to say—" began Ferguson, eagerly.