"Look here, Tim," said Sam, displaying a roll of bills. "What do you say to that?" "Did you save all that?" asked Tim, in great astonishment. "No; Mr. Dalton just gave it to me." "Give it to you when he 'bounced' you?" "Yes; you see, I found his little boy in the street one day, and took him home. He give me a place for that, and now that I'm sacked he's give me this money." "I say, Sam, you're in luck. How much is there?" "Twenty-five dollars." "You couldn't lend a feller five dollars?" said Tim, insinuatingly. "Yes, I could," answered Sam, cooly; "but I won't." "Why not?" "I want it all myself." "You might let me have a little," pleaded Tim. "I'll give you a square meal," said Sam, "but I can't do no more. I'm goin' to Boston." "What's put in into your head to go to Boston?" "You have." "Well, I hope you'll like it better than I do." "Which way would you go?" asked Sam. "Fall River line. They're got nice steamers." "When do they go?" "Five o'clock." "All right. I'll go this afternoon." "You'll be comin' back soon," said Tim. "Maybe I will, but I want to see the place. I ain't never traveled much, and now I'm goin'." "You'd better stay, and take me to Tony Pastor's to-night." Sam shook his head. "Oh, yes, you'd like me to spend all my money on you; but I don't see it." "You needn't be so afraid. I've got some money, too," said Tim, nettled. "You've got fifty cents, I s'pose." "Does that look like fifty cents?" Tim displayed the ten dollars he had received from Mr. Dalton for restoring the lost check. Sam was astonished beyond measure. "Where did you get that money?" he asked. "It's some I had over when I failed," "And with all that money in your pocket you asked me for five dollars!" exclaimed Sam, with justifiable indignation. "Why shouldn't I? Haven't you got more than I have?" Tim began to see that he had made a mistake in proclaiming his riches; especially when Sam added that he might buy his own dinner--that he wasn't going to treat him. "You promised you would," said Tim. "I didn't know you had so much money. I thought you was hard up. You're a fraud." "So are you," said Tim, resentfully. "I don't want no more to do with you." Tim was nettled. He wanted to be revenged, and his secret slipped out. "You needn't feel so big," he said. "I got you 'bounced.'" Here was much cause for astonishment. "You got me 'bounced'?" repeated Sam, in surprise. "Yes, I did. I found that check you dropped, and took it round to your boss. He give me this ten dollars, and 'bounced' you." This was too much for Sam's equanimity. That a boy who had so injured him should try to wheedle money and a treat out of him struck him as so atrocious, that he felt action to be imperative. A sudden movement of the foot upset Tim; and Sam, without waiting to see how he relished his downfall, fled round a corner before Tim could retaliate.