“Thirty-seven cents!” Herbert hardly liked to break in upon his scanty hoard, but the morning air had sharpened his appetite, and he felt that he must have something to eat. Besides, he remembered one thing which fortunately Mr. Holden did not know, that in addition to the five dollars which Dr. Kent had given him he had the ten dollars sent him by his uncle, and not only that, but a little loose change which he had earned.
“Well, are you going to get out?” asked Abner Holden. “It's nothing to me whether you take dinner or not.”
“Yes, I guess I will.”
“Very well,” said Holden, who had a reason for being pleased with his decision.
Both went into the tavern. There were two or three loungers on a settle, who gazed at them curiously. One of them at once appeared to recognize Abner Holden.
“How dy do, Holden?” he said. “Who've you got with you?”
“A boy I've taken,” said Holden, shortly.
“A pretty smart-looking boy. Where'd you pick him up?”
“Over in Waverley. He's got some pretty high notions, but I guess I'll take 'em out of him in time.”
“Yes,” chuckled the other; “I warrant you will.”