if you only get a dime a dollar for what the business is worth—the better it will be for you. What you have said is safe with me; but by Gar! if I thought you were an informer”
“No, no!” cried Morris piteously.
“Well, let it rest at that. I’ll bear what you have said in mind, and maybe some day I’ll come back to it. I expect you meant kindly by speaking to me like this. Now I’ll be getting home.”
“One word before you go,” said Morris. “We may have been seen together. They may want to know what we have spoken about.”
“Ah! that’s well thought of.”
“I offer you a clerkship in my store.”
“And I refuse it. That’s our business. Well, so long, Brother Morris, and may you find things go better with you in the future.”
That same afternoon, as McMurdo sat smoking, lost in thought, beside the stove of his sitting room, the door swung open and its framework was filled with the huge figure of Boss McGinty. He passed the sign, and then seating himself opposite to the young man he looked at him steadily for some time, a look which was as steadily returned.
