“You can rely upon me. Have you got money enough to start yourself in business? If not, command my purse.”
“I will borrow fifty cents, to make sure that I have enough. Now, as I must be up betimes and take an early breakfast, I think I will turn in.”
“Good-night, then. I will stay up and read awhile longer.”
“He’s a plucky boy,” thought the young man. “He deserves to succeed, and I believe he will.”
CHAPTER XXX.
GILBERT BECOMES A NEWSBOY.
At an early hour the next morning Gilbert took his stand near the office of the daily “Times.” He attracted immediate attention from the members of the new profession in which he had enrolled himself without permission.
“What are you doin’ here?” asked Jim Noonan, a tall newsboy, with red hair and freckled face.
“I am selling papers,” answered Gilbert, quietly.
“What business have you here anyhow? That’s my place.”
“I shall not interfere with you.”