“I wonder if he will turn out for me?” thought Harry. Philip had learned wisdom from experience, and did turn out for the store wagon. He knew Harry’s firmness too well to put it to the test a second time at his own expense. “Good-morning, Philip,” said Harry, in his usual manner. Philip did not notice Harry’s salutation, but held his head very high, while his face reddened and his lip curled as he drove by his late antagonist. “Who is that boy?” asked Howard, whose attention was drawn to Philip’s singular conduct. “Philip Ross, son of Colonel Ross, a rich man in town.” “Is he deaf?” “No.” “He didn’t seem to hear you say good-morning.” “Oh, yes, he did,” answered Harry, laughing; “but Philip isn’t very fond of me.” “Are you enemies?” “We had a little difficulty lately, and Philip hasn’t got over it yet.” “Tell me about it.” Harry told the story, and Howard fully sustained him in what he had done. “He must be a mean boy.” “He thinks he has more rights than common folks, such as he considers me. He tried—or, at least, his mother did—to have Mr. Mead turn me off, but your uncle is too just a man to go against me for doing my duty.” “I noticed he gave you half the road this time,” said Howard. “Yes,” answered Harry, with a smile. “He doesn’t care to have his wheel taken off again.” By this time they had reached the store, and Howard introduced himself to his uncle. The next day the blow fell. “Harry,” said Mr. Mead, “I’ve got bad news for you. My nephew stands in need of a place, and I can’t afford to keep two boys. I wish I could keep you, too.” “I see how it is, Mr. Mead,” said Harry, calmly, though his heart sank within him. “Howard has the best right to the place. I trust something will turn up for me.” “I have been perfectly satisfied with you, and am ready to give you the highest recommendation for honesty and fidelity.” “Thank you, Mr. Mead.” “You will stay till Saturday night, of course, unless something else should offer before that.” Poor Harry! His heart sank within him as he thought of the serious difference which the loss of his wages would make at home. The prospect of another situation was not very good, for Greenville was a small, quiet place, with very few places of business. CHAPTER V — LOOKING FOR WORK Harry shrank from telling his mother that he was about to lose his place, but he knew it must be done. In the evening, when he got home from the store, he seemed so restless that his mother asked him what was the matter with him. “This is my last week at the store, mother,” he answered, soberly. “I suppose that is what makes me feel nervous.” “Has Mr. Mead been induced by Mrs. Ross to turn you away?” asked Mrs. Gilbert, beginning to feel indignant. “No; he isn’t that kind of a man.” “Isn’t he satisfied with you?” “I ought to have told you at first that a nephew of his own needs the place, and he can’t afford to employ two boys.”