Part 15 (1/2)
”I t'ink dat's me uncle. Better now?”
Hal took a deep breath and straightened up.
”Yes, a good deal better.”
”Yer got a lump on yer forehead as big as an egg.”
”It feels twice that size to me,” laughed Hal. ”Jack, you have done me a good turn I won't forget in a hurry.”
The street boy blushed.
”Ah! go on, dat wasn't nuthin',” he replied. ”I kinder like you, tell der truth.”
”And I like you, Jack,” replied Hal, giving his hand a tight squeeze.
”Did yer git dat job?”
”Yes.”
”How much?”
”What do you mean?”
”Wot do da pay yer!”
”Seven dollars a week.”
Jack McCabe's eyes opened like saucers.
”Yer foolin'.”
”It's true, Jack.”
”Gee crickety! but yer struck a snap. Say, if dere's enny more o' dem jobs layin' around put in a word fer me, will yer.”
”I certainly shall,” replied Hal.
”I only git t'ree dollars where I am, an' have ter work like a horse.
I've jest been home ter grub, an' now I've got ter go back an' work till nine o'clock.”
”Then don't let me keep you,” returned Hal, ”or you may be late.”
”I've got ten minutes yet.”
”By the way, how long were you with me before I came to?”
”About ten minutes. I dragged yer inter der buildin', an' I was jest gittin' ready ter call der cop an' have yer tuk to der hospital when yer give a gulp an' opened yer eyes.”
”While you were sitting here did you notice anybody leave the building?”