“He’s old enough to take care of himself,” said Randolph, unpleasantly.
“I can get along by myself,” said Gilbert, quickly. “I don’t want to trouble your son.”
There was no great self-denial in this. It did not seem to our hero that he should particularly enjoy Randolph’s companionship.
“At any rate you can go with him to the office of Adams’ Express. He wants to send for his trunk.”
“Will you give me the five dollars, then?”
“Here it is. Don’t come again for a week.”
“All right. Come along, whatever your name is.”
This last polite invitation was addressed to our hero, who answered, shortly, “My name is Gilbert Greyson.”
“Well, come along. I’m in a hurry.”
When they had reached the street, Randolph’s curiosity led him to say, “I thought you were at school.”