“Say, fifty altogether? That may do. You might see just what we have got.”
“I have three or four dollars,” said Clif eagerly.
“With you?”
“No, but—”
“Don’t bother. We’ve probably enough. What do you say, Wattles?”
“Fifty-five, sir, and a bit of change.”
“Plenty! All right. You know what to do, Wattles. Bring him back.”
“Yes, sir, but if the young gentleman shouldn’t care to return?”
“I’d use persuasion, Wattles; any kind.”
“Look here,” exclaimed Clif, “do you mean you’re going to send Wattles?”