“Of course I will. You don’t suppose I’m such a cad as all that.”
“Oh, no,” said Wyndham, looking more cheerful, and taking out his purse.
He drew from it a post-office order.
“It’s for three pounds,” he said. “I was going to change it to-morrow.”
“Oh, I’ll do that,” said Silk. “I’m going into town early. You have signed it, I see. There’ll be a sov. to give you out of it, won’t there?”
“Yes, please; and the two pounds, and the ten shillings the other day,” faltered the boy.
“You shall have them back, never fear,” said Silk, pocketing the order.
Wyndham, in spite of this assurance, did fear considerably, as he returned with empty purse to his house.