“Well, maybe not. I wish you hadn’t come here. Why didn’t you send me word, and I could have met you in the village? It doesn’t look good, you coming here on the college grounds.”
“I suppose I’m not dressed well enough,” was the sneering retort.
“Well, never mind about that. Only some of the fellows may be suspicious.”
“Oh, they’ll never guess. You’ve changed your name; haven’t you?”
“Hush! Not so loud! Of course I have, but I can’t change my face, and I’m afraid every day of getting found out. But what do you want, Nelson?”
“What do I always want, but money? Did you think I came here to pass the time of day?”
“I wish you had.”
“What do you mean?” demanded the man, sharply.
“I mean that I haven’t any money for you.”
“Why, look here—er—Shambler—you’ve just got to have money for me.”