Bob Chester's Grit - From Ranch to Riches by Frank V. Webster
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but the unexpectedness of his being accosted had driven all thought from
his mind, and he had given his answers as though compelled by the searching glance the younger of the two men had directed at him. All three watched him intently, and as he made his answer that he hoped he was honest, the elder of the New Yorkers exclaimed: "I think he will do, Harry." "Well, if you say so, all right," returned the other, and then turning to Bob, he asked: "Would your guardian object seriously if you did not deliver your order for about half an hour?" "I don't know. Saturday is always a busy day at the store, and Mr. Dardus always scolds me if I don't get right back. It doesn't make any difference to him how far I have to go, he always thinks I should be back within fifteen minutes after I have started. So I'd rather not delay--because I don't like to be scolded," added the boy, as though by way of apologizing for his refusal. "Well, if we gave you a dollar, don't you think you could stand the old man's scolding, if you were half an hour late?" asked the elder of the New Yorkers, at the same time putting his hand in his pocket and drawing forth a large roll of bills, which he opened ostentatiously. The figures were so large that Bob's eyes seemed as though they would pop out of his head, so eagerly did they scan them. The man extracted a dollar bill. The sight of so much money in the possession of one man fairly |
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