Ten minutes after he left Rodney, Jasper fell in with Carton.  The intimacy between them had perceptibly fallen off.  It had grown out of business considerations.

Now that it was no longer safe to abstract articles from the store, Jasper felt that he had no more use for his late confederate.  When they met he treated him with marked coldness.

On this particular day Carton was looking quite shabby.  In fact, his best suit was in pawn, and he had fallen back on one half worn and soiled.

“Hello!” exclaimed Jasper, and was about to pass on with a cool nod.

“Stop!” said Philip, looking offended.

“I am in a hurry,” returned Jasper.  “I can’t stop today.”

“You are in a hurry, and on a holiday?”

“Yes; I am to meet a friend near the lake.”

“I’ll go along with you.”

Jasper had to submit though with an ill grace.

“Wouldn’t another day do?”

“No; the fact is, Jasper, I am in trouble,”

“You usually are,” sneered Jasper.

“That is so.  I have been out of luck lately.”

“I am sorry, but I can’t help it as I see.”

“How much money do you think I have in my pocket?”

“I don’t know, I am sure.  I am not good at guessing conundrums.”

“Just ten cents.”

“That isn’t much,” said Jasper, indifferently.

“Let me have a dollar, thats a good fellow!”

“You seem to think I am made of money,” said Jasper sharply.  “I haven’t got much more myself.”

“Then you might have.  You get a good salary.”

“Only seven dollars.”

“You are able to keep most of it for yourself.”

“Suppose I am?  You seem to know a good deal of my affairs.”

“Haven’t you any pity for an old friend?”

“Yes, I’ll give you all the pity you want, but when it comes to money it’s a different matter.  Here you are, a man of twenty six, ten years older than me, and yet you expect me to help support you.”

“You didn’t use to talk to me like that.”

“Well, I do now.  You didn’t use to try to get money out of me.”

“Look here, Jasper!  I am poor, but I don’t want you to talk to me as you are doing.”

“Indeed!” sneered Jasper.

“And I won’t have it,” said Carton firmly.  “Listen to me, and I will propose a plan that will help us both.”

“What is it?”

“You can easily secrete articles, if you are cautious, without attracting notice, and I will dispose of them and share the money with you.”

Jasper shook his head.

“I wouldn’t dare to do it,” he said.  “Somebody might spy on me.”

“Not if you are careful.”

“If it were found out I would be bounced like Ropes.”

“What is he doing?  Have you seen him lately?”

“He is getting on finely.  He is earning fifteen dollars a week.”

“You don’t mean it?”