"Was I smiling?"
"Yes, like a four-time winner."
"I am at least a one-time winner," Bodney replied. He stepped into a drug store to get a cold drink, his friend's place, he noticed after entering. The druggist came forward and thus spoke to him: "I was sorry after you went out that I didn't let you have ten dollars. I found that I had more than enough to meet the note. I can let you have it now."
Bodney shook his head. "No, I thank you—I don't care for it. I have quit borrowing."
"I hope you don't feel offended."
"Not at all. I am grateful to you for not lending it to me."
Late in the evening he went back to the office. No one was there, but soon the negro janitor came in and pointed to a damp spot on the floor. "I have washed up the blood where the man fainted and fell," he said. "The doctor brought him to all right, and there's a note on the table he left for you."
Bodney opened the note and read: "I leave for Michigan, and will be back within a few days. I don't blame you as much as I do myself. I permitted you to break away from me, but you will come back and at last be thankful. Goyle."
CHAPTER XIX.
THE GIRL AGAIN.