John jotted it down.—Page [453].
"Why, aren't you going, too, George?" exclaimed John with evident disappointment. "I wanted to treat you this afternoon," and he pulled out of his pocket one of the new bank-notes which had come in just a few days ago.
It was too hot for talk.—Page [455].
"Sorry, John, but I've got some back work I must make up. And I want you to stay, too, Jim, and slice the rest of these green-backs. Habinger was late in signing them, you know."
This was, in some measure, a fresh disappointment to John (as it was a very great one to me), for I could see he wanted to take the whole of us. Al and Ted had already accepted.
Finally he went up to Bill and asked timidly and expectantly: "You're going, too, aren't you Bill?"
But Bill refused the offer snarlingly, and mumbling something in a priggish tone about playing golf, left the bank without another word.
Five minutes later the others had gone, too. As they went out, John cried: