“Then, good-day! Give my respects to Mr. Temple when he returns.”
So saying, Harry turned to leave the cabin, and Philip’s heart sank in dismay as he saw the only one from whom he could hope for help leaving his presence.
“Hold on!” he called out. “I’ll give you five dollars! I haven’t got it with me, but I can get it from my father. I’ll hand it to you to-morrow.”
Philip hated to humble his pride, and he would rather have paid five dollars, even if it came out of his own pocket, than submit to such a humiliation.
“Good-by, Philip,” said Harry, resolutely.
“Are you really going to leave me? That’s mean.”
“You know the condition on which I’ll help you.”
“I’ll give you ten dollars!” exclaimed Philip, desperately.
“Not a cent! I won’t take a cent from you! Either I will help you or leave you here, but no money shall pass between us.”
There was a calm resolution in Harry’s tone which at last convinced Philip that he was in earnest.