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It seemed to show such a good understanding between Dick and his employer that he perceived that it would be a very difficult thing to supersede him. "Mr. Rockwell seems to be infatuated with that boy," he muttered to himself. "I think I won't resign just yet," said Dick, in a low voice, to the book-keeper. "You'll be found out some day," said Gilbert, snappishly.
Her mind was thus involuntarily reproducing Ingolby's policy, as he had declared it to Jowett and Rockwell. It was to find Felix Marchand's price, and to buy off his enmity not by money, for Marchand did not need that, but by those other coins of value which are individual to each man's desires, passions and needs.
While Dick's night preceding the trial was an anxious one, Gilbert and Roswell Crawford passed a pleasant evening, and slept soundly. "Do you think Mr. Rockwell would be willing to give me the same wages he has paid to the boot-black?" he inquired with interest. "Perhaps he won't take you at all." "I think he ought to pay some attention to your recommendation," said Mrs. Crawford.
Gilbert." "It isn't worth answering," said the book-keeper, scornfully. "Still, I would be glad to have you give an answer one way or the other," persisted Mr. Rockwell. "Then it's a lie, of course." "It's true," said Micky. "I hope you consider my word as of more value than this vagabond's," said Gilbert, contemptuously. "Why were you so anxious to prevent his entering, Mr. Gilbert?"
"I hope to make a man of business of our young friend," said Mr. Rockwell. "He will soon feel at home in his new position, and I hope we may find the connection mutually satisfactory." "Have you a pleasant boarding-place?" asked Mrs. Rockwell. "Tip-top," said Dick. "I mean pretty good," he added, in a little confusion. "Where is it?"
"No," said Micky; "it isn't the money, though it's mean to expect a feller to run the risk of bein' nabbed for a dollar; but when the 'copp' had got hold of me I met him, and he said I was a young scamp, and he didn't know anything about me." "Is this true?" asked Mr. Rockwell, looking keenly at Micky. Micky confirmed his statement by an oath. "I don't want you to swear.
Rockwell nodded assent, opened the paper again, and pointed to a column. "I expect you haven't seen that. To my mind, in the present state of things, it's dynamite." Ingolby read the column hastily. It was the report of a sermon delivered the evening before by the Rev. Reuben Tripple, the evangelical minister of Lebanon.
"He was took up for stealin' a gentleman's pocket-book three months ago." "But he was proved innocent," said Mr. Rockwell, "so, if you have anything to say against him, your time is thrown away." "I know he was innocent," said Micky; "another boy took it." "Who was he?" "I did it." "Then you did a wicked thing in stealing the money, and a mean thing in trying to get an innocent boy into trouble."
Hooray, hooray! For our holiday May for the Maynards! Maynards for May!" Rockwell was soon left far behind, and the Maynards' car flew along the country road, now passing through a bit of woods, and now through a little town, or again crossing a picturesque brook. The children were delighted with the new experience, and chatted all at once, about the roadside sights.
Rockwell gave it to me." "It's a regular beauty. Mr. Henderson has got one that he paid a hundred dollars for; but it isn't as nice as yours." "Seems to me I have no end of luck," said Dick. "I'll be a young man of fortun' before I know it." "People will think you are now, when they see you wear such a watch as that." "Johnny Nolan'd think I stole it, if he should see it," said Dick. "Poor chap!
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