"Opportunity be--hanged!" he cried shrilly. "Give me my cap and coat! I want to go home!"
CHAPTER IV
The Reluctant One
One knew Anthony Fry for two or three decades before quite understanding him. David"s great disadvantage, of course, was that he had met Anthony only an hour or so before. To David, doubtless, the quiet, mysterious, speculative smile seemed sinister, for he repeated thickly:
"I want my--my cap and my coat and----"
"Well, what are you going to do if you don"t get them?" Anthony laughed.
"What did you say?" David asked quickly.
"What if you don"t get your coat?"
"Does that mean that you"re going to keep me here, whether I want to stay or not?" the boy asked quickly.
"Not just that, perhaps, but it does mean that I"m going to keep you here for a little while, David, until you"ve come to your senses and----"
"I"ll yell!" David stated.
"Eh?"
"If you try to keep me here I"ll yell until everybody in the house comes in to see what"s happening!"
Anthony laughed quietly.
"Don"t be ridiculous, David," he said. "I"ve lived here for years, and they will know perfectly well that I"m not injuring you in any way."
"Oh!" gasped David.
"So just sit down again and consider what I have offered you. Sit still for just one minute and consider--and then give me your answer."
Finger-tips drumming, benevolent gaze beaming over his gla.s.ses, the unusual Anthony waited. David"s scared eyes roved the room, wandered over Johnson Boller, reading his paper, and finally settled so steadily on that gentleman that he looked up and, looking, read David"s mind and shrugged his shoulders.
"Your own fault, kid," said he. "I wanted to give you a free ride, but you had to come up and hear what he had to say."
"Johnson!" Anthony said sharply, "Just let the youngster"s mental processes work the thing out in their own way."
Half a minute dragged along--yet before it was gone one saw clearly that the mental processes had taken their grip. An extremely visible change was coming over David Prentiss. He gulped down certain emotions of his own, and presently managed to smile, uneasily at first and then with a certain confidence. He cleared his throat and, with a slight huskiness, addressed Anthony:
"Er--do I understand that you want me to stay here until I fully appreciate all you"ve offered me, Mr. Fry?"
"Virtually that."
"Well, I appreciated that all along; but--but I was sort of worried about it getting so late, you know," David said brightly. "I certainly do appreciate it, and I thank you very much. Now can I have my coat?"
"Really decided to grip the opportunity, eh?" Anthony asked keenly.
"You bet!"
Johnson Boller laid aside his paper.
"Now chase him, Anthony!" he said. "He"s standing up and holding the sugar on his nose. Slip the kid a five-dollar bill and let Wilkins----"
"Do you really imagine that I"d rouse all the boy"s hopes and then play him a shabby trick like that?" Anthony asked sharply.
"Huh?"
"Most emphatically not!" Mr. Fry said. "I"ll play no such shabby trick on the youngster. He shall have exactly the chance I promised, and I shall watch the working out of the idea with the most intense interest.
David, I"m going to keep you here from this minute!"
"Keep me here?" David echoed blankly.
"Certainly."
David gazed fixedly at the electrolier.
"Well, I"ll tell you, Mr. Fry," he said. "I"d like to stay to-night, but I can"t--not to-night. You see, I have to go home to my father. He"s an--an invalid."
"We"ll telephone the good news to him," Anthony smiled.
"You can"t," said David. "We"re too poor to have a telephone."
"Very well. Then we"ll wire him."
David shook his head energetically.
"That wouldn"t do, either," said he. "Father"s sick, you know. His heart"s very weak. Just the sight of a telegram might kill him."
"Unfortunate!" Anthony sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Very well, David. Then you shall write him a note, and I"ll have Wilkins take it to him."
David swallowed audibly and smiled a wild little smile.
"Oh, no! Not that, sir!" said he. "That might be even worse than a telegram, I think."
"Why?"
"Well, father would be likely to think that I"d been--been injured and taken into some swell home, you know, and that I was writing like that just to rea.s.sure him. No," David said firmly, "that would be the worst possible thing. I"ll have to go myself and talk it over with father and--now if I can have my cap and my coat?"
It came as a familiar refrain. It caused Anthony"s eye to darken suddenly as he sat back and stared at the boy.
"Confound your hat and coat!" he rapped out. "See here, David. You write the note, and I myself will take it to your father and explain--and be sure that he will rejoice. There is the desk. Where do you live?"