"Fellers
at your age have that much money in banks"
"And more, too," Tom nodded. "Did you think, Jim, that we had
never earned any money?"
"Well, I didn't know that you probably made more'n eighteen or
twenty dollars a week," Ferrers declared.
"We've made slightly more than that, with two good railroad jobs
behind us," Tom laughed. "And here's our firm pass-book at the
bank, Jim. You'll see by it that we have a good deal more than
a thousand dollars there. Now, you draw the thousand that the
check calls for. When you're through you may have some money
left. If you do, turn the money in at the bank, have it entered
on the pass-book and then bring the book to me."
"I'll have to think this over," muttered Ferrers, "and you'd better
set down most of it in writing so that I won't forget."
The smoke from the cook fire brought Alf Drew in from hiding, his
finger-tips stained brown as usual.
"Now, see here, young man," said Tom gravely, "there is no objection
to your taking some of your time off with your 'makings,' but
Ferrers is going away, and you must stay around more for the next
two or three days.
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