“Stick’s a senior, too,” reminded Russell.
“I know, but he’s a regular crab when it comes to doing his share. Honest, Rus, I wouldn’t be surprised if this turned out to be a stroke of luck.”
“Well, maybe,” agreed Russell doubtfully. “I guess what worried me most was having some one I don’t know for a partner.”
“Why don’t you go and see him and have a talk?” asked Jimmy. “It wouldn’t take long to find out what he’s like.”
“I don’t believe I will,” answered the other slowly. “If I didn’t like him I couldn’t do anything about it. Stick’s set on going through with it. Gee, I wish I could buy him out myself!”
“Too bad you can’t,” said Jimmy sympathetically. “I suppose when Throgmorton takes hold I’ll get fired.”
“Not unless you want to be,” said Russell, smiling.
“Well, I guess there’s not much chance of promotion and I’d better give notice and look about for something else,” replied Jimmy, grinning. “I’ll help out awhile longer, though. I’ve really had rather a good time, Rus. I’m sort of sorry dad’s so—that is, I’d kind of like to keep a store of some sort. It’s fun, Rus.”
“You might buy Mr. J. Warren Pulsifer out,” suggested Russell with a smile. “I guess he’d be glad to sell to you!”
“Fine idea! Only, you see, he can’t sell.”