“Sure,” said the other. “What else can you do?”
“I don't know,” said the boy.
“Have you got any money?”
“Only a few pennies. I hadn't got my wages yet.”
“I see. And will you go and ask Master Albert for them?”
“No,” said Samuel quickly. “I'll never do that!”
“Then you'll go out and hunt for a job again, I suppose? Or will you start out on that starving scheme again?”
“Don't!” cried the boy wildly. “Let me think!”
“Come! Don't be a summer-boarder!” exclaimed the other. “You've got the professor's own warrant for it, haven't you? And you've got a free field before you—you can help yourself to anything you want in Lockmanville, and the bulls won't dare to lift a finger! You'll be a fool if you let go of such a chance.”
“But it's wrong!” protested Samuel. “You know it's wrong!”