"Playing for his bread. That is, for the things that constitute it. His drink, and his smoke, and his lodgings, and his boots, and his rings. Old Brandon said it. As to his dinners, he generally gets them at friends' houses." "Old Brandon said it, did he?" "Why, I told you so the same day. And you bade me shut up." "Do you know what they want me to do, Johnny? To sign a post-obit bond for two hundred, or so, to be paid after my father's death. It's true. Crayton will let me off then." "And will you do it?" I cried, feeling that my eyes blazed as I leaped down. "No, I _won't_: and I told them so to-night. That's what the quarrel was about. 'Every young fellow does it whose father lives too long and keeps him out of his property,' said that Temply. 'Maybe so; I won't,' I answered. Neither will I. I'd rather break stones on the road than speculate upon the good Pater's death, or anticipate his money in that manner to hide my sins." "Gusty Pell ought to help you." "Gusty says he can't. Fabian, I believe, really can't; he is in difficulties of his own: and sometimes, Johnny, I fancy Gus is. Crayton fleeces them both, unless I am mistaken. Yes, he's a sharper; I see through him now. I want him to take my I O U to pay him as soon as I can, and he knows I would do it, but he won't do that. There's two o'clock." It was of no use sitting up, and I began to undress. The question reiterated itself again and again--what was to be done? I lay awake all night thinking, vainly wishing I was of age. Fanciful thoughts crossed my mind: of appealing to rich old Pell, and asking him to lend the money, not betraying Gusty and the rest by saying what it was wanted for; of carrying the story to Miss Deveen, and asking her; and lastly, of going to old Brandon, and getting _him_ to help. I grew to think that I _would_ do this, however much I disliked it, and try Brandon; that it lay in my duty to do so. Worn and haggard enough looked Tod the next morning. He had sat up nearly all night. When breakfast was over, I started for the Tavistock, whispering a word to Tod first. "Avoid the lot to-day, Tod. I'll try and help you out of the mess." He burst out laughing in the midst of his perplexity. "_You_, Johnny! what next?" "Remember the fable of the lion and the mouse." "But you can never be the mouse in this, you mite of a boy! Thank you all the same, Johnny: you mean it well." "Can I see Mr. Brandon?" I asked at the hotel, of a strange waiter. "Mr. Brandon, sir? He is not staying here." "Not staying here!" "No, sir, he left some days ago." "But I thought he was coming back again." "So I believe he is, sir. But he has not come yet." "Do you know where he is?" "At Brighton, sir."