“I don’t know whether you will or not, sir. All I can say is that it is the exact truth.”
“I cannot keep you in my employ any longer. I have been deceived in you, and should no longer trust you. You certainly have mistaken your vocation. You are not fit to be a stableboy.”
“I should like to know what I am fit for?” said Tony, despondently.
I will tell you, then. Judging from the story you have told me, I should think you might succeed very well in writing dime novels. I don’t know whether it pays, but you can try it.”
“Sometime you will find out that I have told the truth,” said Tony.
Perhaps so, but I doubt it.”
“When do you want me to go?”
“You can stay till to-morrow morning. Wait a minute. Here is a five-dollar bill. That is a fair price for the time you have been with me.”
As Tony was going out he came near having a collision with Sam Payson.
Sam looked at him inquiringly.