“Looks like a lot, hey?” said Master Freddie, fumbling with it. “Fool you, though, ole chappie⁠—they’re all little ones! I’ll be busted in one week more, sure thing⁠—word of honor. An’ not a cent more till the first⁠—hic⁠—guv’ner’s orders⁠—hic⁠—not a cent, by Harry! Nuff to set a feller crazy, it is. I sent him a cable this af’noon⁠—thass one reason more why I’m goin’ home. ‘Hangin’ on the verge of starvation,’ I says⁠—‘for the honor of the family⁠—hic⁠—sen’ me some bread. Hunger will compel me to join you.⁠—Freddie.’ Thass what I wired him, by Harry, an’ I mean it⁠—I’ll run away from school, b’God, if he don’t sen’ me some.”

After this fashion the young gentleman continued to prattle on⁠—and meantime Jurgis was trembling with excitement. He might grab that wad of bills and be out of sight in the darkness before the other could collect his wits. Should he do it? What better had he to hope for, if he waited longer? But Jurgis had never committed a crime in his life, and now he hesitated half a second too long. “Freddie” got one bill loose, and then stuffed the rest back into his trousers’ pocket.