“Hello!” said his friend Finnegan, the bar-keeper. “Back again!”
“I came to explain about this morning,” said Samuel. “I couldn't come because they put me in jail.”
“Gee!” said the other; but then he added, with a laugh, “Well, it was a wet night.”
Samuel did not reply. “I'll come to-morrow morning,” he said.
“You'd better get out of town, sonny,” advised the other.
“I'm all right. The judge gave me a dollar.”
“Humph! A dollar won't last forever.”
“No. But I've got the promise of a job. There was a gentleman there—Professor Stewart, from the college.”
“Hully gee!” said Finnegan. “I know that guy. A little runt with a black beard?”
“I guess so,” said Samuel dubiously.