Part 2 (1/2)
”What are you going to do with it? It won't be of use to you, especially the diamond earrings,” he added, with a coa.r.s.e laugh.
”No,” answered Rodney shortly.
”My eyes, wouldn't my mother like to own all this jewelry. She's fond of ornament, but pa won't buy them for her.”
Rodney did not answer.
”I say, Ropes, I mustn't forget my errand. Will you do me a favor?”
”What is it?”
”Lend me five dollars till the first of next month. My allowance comes due then. Now I haven't but a quarter left.”
”What makes you apply to me, Bundy?”
”Because you always have money. I don't suppose you are worth as much as my father, but you have more money for yourself than I have.”
”I have had, perhaps, but I haven't now.”
”Why, what's up? What has happened?”
”I have lost my fortune.”
John whistled. This was his way of expressing amazement.
”Why, what have you been doing? How could you lose your fortune?”
”My guardian has lost it for me. That amount to the same thing.”
”When did you hear that?”
”This morning.”
”Is that true? Are you really a poor boy?”
”Yes.”
John Bundy was astonished, but on the whole he was not saddened. In the estimation of the school Rodney had always ranked higher than he, and been looked upon as the star pupil in point of wealth.
Now that he was dethroned John himself would take his place. This would be gratifying, though just at present, and till the beginning of the next month, he would be distressed for ready money.
”Well, that's a stunner!” he said. ”How do you feel about it? Shall you stay in school?”
”No; I can't afford it. I must get to work.”
”Isn't there anything left--not a cent?”
”There may be a few dollars.”
”And then,” said Bundy with a sudden thought, ”there is this casket of jewelry. You can sell it for a good deal of money.”