"Come here, boy," he said. "Where do you live?"
The boy pointed to a small farm-house half a mile distant.
"Do you want to earn some money?"
"I dunno," said the boy, who had no objections to the money, but, knowing Jack's shady reputation, was in doubt as to what was expected of him.
"Go home, and get a loaf of bread and some cold meat, and bring me, and I'll give you half a dollar."
"Didn't you bring your luncheon?" asked the boy.
"No, I came away without it, and I can't spare time to go back."
It occurred to the boy, noticing Jack's lazy posture, that business did not appear to be very driving with the man whose time was so valuable.
"Perhaps mother won't give me the bread and meat," he said.
"You can give her half the money."