"All right."
"Go to the bank with these checks, and you, whatever your name is, can go with him."
When the two boys were in the street, John asked, pleasantly:
"What is your name?"
"Paul Palmer. And yours?"
"John Graves. So you are going to be my successor?"
"Yes; I hope you are not sorry to go?"
"Oh, I am delighted. Now I can go to school, and get away from old Manson. But I suppose I ought not to say anything against him to you."
"I have had a little specimen of his manners. He doesn't seem to like my coming into the office."
"No; he wanted the place for his nephew, Julius Clay."