"Vell," returned Carl grimly, "it don'd open oop like it. He gifs me a rite py Tenver for vat I dit, und he gifs Matt a chob like vat he could ged anyvere for der same money. Domlinson iss an olt skinflint."
"Tut, tut," said the doctor reprovingly. "Before you get through with him you'll find that he does the right thing by you."
"Have you ever seen him before, doctor?" asked Matt.
"No, but I've read a lot about him in the Denver newspapers. You chaps are in for a streak of luck."
"Dot's vat I peen vaidin' for, all righdt," said Carl, as he and Matt left, "aber I got some hunches dot I'm goin' to keep righdt on vaidin', und being jeerful schust to show vat goot shtuff a Pretzel iss made of."
When they got down on the walk, Carl laid a hand on Matt's arm.
"How vould you like to lend me a leedle more money, Matt?" he asked. "You see, I owe a fife-tollar board-pill in town und it iss pedder dot I pay it pefore I hike. I can't gif you nodding but my vort dot I pay him back, shdill you alretty took some chances on me, und you mighdt as vell took a few more."
"There you are, Carl," laughed Matt, handing him the money. "I wouldn't want you to go along with us if you didn't have your debts paid. I'm getting a hundred a month, now, and I'll stand back of you until you find a job of your own."
"You vas a pully poy," answered Carl, "und ve vill be fast friendts so long as you like."
"That suits me," answered Matt heartily, "right up to the handle."