“YATES.
“There,” said Yates, with a tone of satisfaction, when he had finished the reading. “What do you think of that?”
The professor frowned, but did not answer. The boy, who partly saw through it, but not quite, grinned, and said: “Is it true?”
“Of course it’s true!” cried Yates, indignant at the unjust suspicion. “It is a great deal more true than you have any idea of. Ask the doctor, there, if it isn’t true. Now, my boy, will you give this in when you get back to the office? Tell ‘em to rush it through to New York. I would mark it ‘rush’ only that never does any good, and always makes the operator mad.”
The boy took the paper, and put it in his wallet.
“It’s to be paid for at the other end,” continued Yates.
“Oh, that’s all right,” answered the messenger with a certain condescension, as if he were giving credit on behalf of the company. “Well, so long,” he added. “I hope you’ll soon be better, Mr. Yates.”
Yates sprang to his feet with a laugh, and followed him to the fence.
“Now, youngster, you are up to snuff, I can see that. They’ll perhaps question you when you get back. What will you say?”
“Oh, I’ll tell ‘em what a hard job I had to find you, and let ‘em know nobody else could ‘a’ done it, and I’ll say you’re a pretty sick man. I won’t tell ‘em you gave me a dollar!”