Jim followed Webb into the corridor and went down stairs with him. “Gee, I’m awfully glad, Webb!” he said.
“Pshaw, he didn’t have nothin’ on me, kid. What did I tell you? But, say, I forgot about you seeing him, and when he asked me about Four Lakes I got a swell jar! Did you bring the money, kid?”
“Yes. You get what they took away from you, Webb, and we’ll trade.”
Webb didn’t seem enthusiastic about that, but he disappeared and after a few minutes returned with his possessions. “Fifteen dollars,” he said, offering Jim three five-dollar coins.
“Sixteen, forty-one,” said Jim implacably. Webb sighed, grinned and found the balance.
“Gee, kid, you’re a regular Shylock, ain’t you?”
“This isn’t my money, Webb. Remember that I’ve got to pay back the difference, too.”
“That’s right. Say, I’m sorry, kid, honest I am. I ain’t used you right, and I know it. Comin’ along to the railway station with me?”
“No,” answered Jim. “I haven’t time, Webb. Here’s five dollars. You’ll be able to eat for a few days if you don’t get that job right off.”