"Go ahead. I don't care."
"Do you expect to live on your salary?"
"No, of course not. I've got private property."
"How much?"
"Go and ask the man that calls for the taxes."
"I don't believe it."
"Why, I'm payin' ten dollars a week for my board."
Finally our hero went out, leaving Maurice dissatisfied and annoyed—first that his rival, as he regarded him, had obtained a place in the same establishment with himself, and next that the new-comer was to receive the same salary. He sent in an application, the next day, for increase of pay, but it was dismissed, with the curt response that when he earned more he would get it.
Meanwhile Tom bent his steps toward the Ohio river. Of course, my readers know that Cincinnati is on the north bank of the Ohio, and that just across is a town in Kentucky.
"I'd like to see Kentucky," said Tom to himself. "I guess I'll go across."