"In that case," said Phil, thoughtfully, "I don't know but what I can put you in the way of one, though—"
"It must be a job for two of us," interposed Alaric, "for I have a friend who is in the same fix as myself."
"I only wish I had known that in time to have him breakfast with us," said Phil; "but the job I am thinking of, if it can be had at all, will serve for two of you as well as for one. You see, it is this way. There is a Frenchman over at the hotel whose name is Filbert, and who—"
Just here both lads started at the sound of a shrill whistle announcing the hour of noon.
"I had no idea it was so late," exclaimed Phil, "and I must run; for we leave here on the one-o'clock train."
"I must hurry too, for I promised to meet Bonny at noon," said Alaric.
"Who is Bonny?"
"The friend I told you of."
"Then I want you to give this to him from me, for fear he may not have found any breakfast." So saying Phil slipped something hard and round into Alaric's hand. "Now good-by, Rick Dale," he said. "I hope we may meet again sometime. At any rate, be sure to call on Monsieur Filbert at the hotel this afternoon. I guess you can get a job from him; but even if you don't, always remember that, as my friend Jalap Coombs says, 'It's never so dark but what there's a light somewhere.'"
Then the lads parted, one filled with the happiness that results from an act of kindness, and the other cheered and encouraged to renewed effort.