Otherwise, there won't be any meals or any
payday coming to you."
"Is Mr. Ferrers going to Dugout City?" asked Alf, with sudden
interest.
"Yes."
"Say, I'll work mighty hard if you'll advance me fifty cents and
let me get an errand done by Mr. Ferrers."
"Here's the money," smiled Tom, passing over the half dollar.
Alf was in such haste that he forgot to express his thanks. Racing
over to Jim the little fellow said something in a very low voice.
"No; I won't!" roared Ferrers. "Nothing of the sort!"
"Does he want you to get the 'makings,' Jim!" called Tom.
"Yes; but I won't do it," the guide retorted.
"Please do," asked Tom.
"What? _You_ ask me to do it, sir? Then all right. I will."
"What do you want to do that for?" murmured Harry.
"Let the poor little runt have his 'makings,' if he wants," Tom
proposed. "But I don't believe that Alf will smoke the little white
pests very much longer."
"You're going to stop him?"
"I'm going to make him want to stop it himself," Tom rejoined,
with a slight grin.
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