you need a little cash, I don't mind lending it to you. But I'll not gamble for it.
"However," went on the wealthy youth, "don't let me stand in the way of you two having a good time. 'Every one to their notion,' as the old lady said when she kissed the cow," and Dick laughed.
"What's the cow got to do with it?" inquired Simon, who did not see the point of Dick's joke.
"Afraid," murmured Guy, but so low that Dick did not hear him.
"The cow," retorted Dick, with a glance at Simon, "is a second cousin to the one that jumped over the moon. But, aside from all this," he continued, more seriously, "if I did feel like playing billiards with you in there, I couldn't do it this afternoon, for I promised my father I'd be home early. He has an appointment with me—a very important one—and I'm in a hurry to keep it."
"Didn't look so, by the way you were walking along the street a moment ago," sneered Simon.
"I was just looking at some new fishing tackle in White's window," answered Dick. "I have my horse tied in front of the post-office, and I guess you know he goes fast enough to take me home in a hurry. Now I think I'll say ta-ta, and get along. Try to work some one else into your billiard game," and, with a nod that had in it not the least sign of displeasure, in spite of his firm words, Dick turned and walked off.
"Well, if he ain't the limit!" ejaculated Guy.
