“Asked me to lend him another half! Said he’d pay it all back next Wednesday, when he gets his allowance. What do you know about that? That fellow’s got the makings of a financier!”
“Or a grafter,” laughed Toby. Sid shook his head.
“No, his method is too high-class. He will be a J. Pierpont Rockefeller at thirty. Well, anyway, I told him what I thought of him.”
“Then you didn’t get your dollar, eh? Look here, if you’re hard-up, Sid, I can lend you——”
“No, thanks. I’m all right. I don’t need that dollar just now, but he’s been owing it since three days before the end of last term, and I thought it was time he paid it. That was all. Maybe he will on Wednesday. If he doesn’t I’ll land on his neck! Not that I care so much about the dollar and a half, but it’s the principle of the——”
“Dollar, you mean, don’t you?”
“Dollar? Dollar and a half. He owed me a dollar before.”
“Do you mean that you lent him the half?” exclaimed Toby incredulously. Sid looked surprised.
“I told you, didn’t I? That’s what I was kicking about.”
“But—but you didn’t have to lend him any more, did you?”