“I wish we hadn’t come in,” said Joshua, uncomfortably.
“Why? It won’t do you any harm to lend me the money for an hour.”
“You owe me a dollar already for your ticket.”
“I can pay you for both together. You ain’t afraid to trust me, are you?”
“No-o,” said Joshua, slowly; and very reluctantly he drew out a dollar and ten cents, and placed it in the hands of his friend.
“That’s all right,” said Sam, and he stepped up to the counter and settled the bill.
It was now half-past eleven o’clock.
“It is time we were setting home, Joshua,” said Sam. “We’ll cross Broadway, and take the University place cars. We’ll get home by twelve, or before. That would be pretty late hours for the country.”
“Yes,” answered Joshua. “At home I always was in bed by ten o’clock.”
“Oh, well; no wonder! There was nothing going on in Stapleton. It’s an awfully slow place. Not much like the city.”