The Judge leaned back. “Discharged,” he said. “Next case.” Jim followed Webb into the corridor and went down stairs with him. “Gee, I’m awfully glad, Webb!” he said. “Pshaw, he didn’t have nothin’ on me, kid. What did I tell you? But, say, I forgot about you seeing him, and when he asked me about Four Lakes I got a swell jar! Did you bring the money, kid?” “Yes. You get what they took away from you, Webb, and we’ll trade.” Webb didn’t seem enthusiastic about that, but he disappeared and after a few minutes returned with his possessions. “Fifteen dollars,” he said, offering Jim three five-dollar coins. “Sixteen, forty-one,” said Jim implacably. Webb sighed, grinned and found the balance. “Gee, kid, you’re a regular Shylock, ain’t you?” “This isn’t my money, Webb. Remember that I’ve got to pay back the difference, too.” “That’s right. Say, I’m sorry, kid, honest I am. I ain’t used you right, and I know it. Comin’ along to the railway station with me?” “No,” answered Jim. “I haven’t time, Webb. Here’s five dollars. You’ll be able to eat for a few days if you don’t get that job right off.” “Kid, you’re a prince! But I’ll get the job, all right. And say, this ain’t any promise, ’cause I ain’t good at keeping promises, but maybe I’ll be sending you that money back before long.” “I hope you will,” replied Jim soberly. “Anyway, I’ll be expecting you to, Webb, for you really owe it to me, you know.” “Help!” said Webb. “Well, that’s right, too. So long, kid. See you again some day likely.” They shook hands; they were at the corner now; and Jim said: “You’ll keep your promise, won’t you, Webb? I mean you’ll really go to Norwalk and get work.” “Take it from me, kid,” answered Webb, grinning, “it ain’t going to be healthy for me in this town after to-day. That Judge back there’s a hard-boiled egg, or I miss my guess! So long, kid!” CHAPTER XV LOWELL IS WORRIED Too late for a ten o’clock recitation, Jim went back to Haylow and deposited Clem’s money in a drawer. At twenty minutes to eleven he went to his last class of the day, and when he returned to Number 15 Clem was there ahead of him. Jim took the money from his drawer and laid it on Clem’s chiffonier. “That’s yours,” he stated.