"You can look for yourself," said Tony suavely. "Just reckon it up; I may have made a little mistake in the sum total."
Randolph looked over the items, but he was nervous, and the page swam before his eyes. He was quite incapable of performing the addition, simple as it was, in his then frame of mind.
"I dare say you have added it up all right," he said, after an abortive attempt to reckon it up, "but I can hardly believe that I owe you so much."
""Many a little makes a mickle," as we Scotch say," answered Tony cheerfully. "However, twenty-seven dollars is a mere trifle to a young man like you. Come, if you"ll pay me to-night, I"ll knock off the sixty cents."
"It"s quite impossible for me to do it," said Randolph, ill at ease.
"Pay me something on account--say ten dollars."
"I haven"t got but a dollar and a quarter in my pocket."
"Oh, well, you know where to go for more money," said Tony, with a wink. "The old gentleman"s got plenty."
"I am not so sure about that--I mean that he is willing to pay out. Of course, he"s got plenty of money invested," added Randolph, who liked to have it thought that his father was a great financial magnate.
"Well, he can spare some for his son, I am sure."
"Can"t you let it go for a little while longer, Tony?" asked Randolph, awkwardly.
"Really, Mr. Duncan, I couldn"t. I am a poor man, as you know, and have my bills to pay."
"I take it as very disobliging, Tony; I sha"n"t care to patronize your place any longer," said Randolph, trying a new tack.
Tony Denton shrugged his shoulders.
"I only care for patrons who are willing to pay their bills,"
he answered significantly. "It doesn"t pay me to keep my place open free."
"Of course not; but I hope you are not afraid of me?"
"Certainly not. I am sure you will act honorably and pay your bills.
If I thought you wouldn"t, I would go and see your father about it."
"No, you mustn"t do that," said Randolph, alarmed. "He doesn"t know I come here."
"And he won"t know from me, if you pay what you owe."
Matters were becoming decidedly unpleasant for Randolph. The perspiration gathered on his brow. He didn"t know what to do. That his father would not give him money for any such purpose, he very well knew, and he dreaded his finding out where he spent so many of his evenings.
"Oh, don"t trouble yourself about a trifle," said Tony smoothly.
"Just go up to your father, frankly, and tell him you want the money."
"He wouldn"t give me twenty-seven dollars," said Randolph gloomily.
"Then ask for ten, and I"ll wait for the balance till next week."
"Can"t you put it all off till next week?"
"No; I really couldn"t, Mr. Duncan. What does it matter to you this week, or next?"
Randolph wished to put off as long as possible the inevitable moment, though he knew it would do him no good in the end. But Tony Denton was inflexible--and he finally said: "Well, I"ll make the attempt, but I know I shall fail."
"That"s all right; I knew you would look at it in the right light.
Now, go ahead and play your game."
"No, I don"t want to increase my debt."
"Oh, I won"t charge you for what you play this evening. Tony Denton can be liberal as well as the next man. Only I have to collect money to pay my bills."
Randolph didn"t know that all this had been prearranged by the obliging saloon-keeper, and that, in now pressing him, he had his own object in view.
The next morning, Randolph took an opportunity to see his father alone.
"Father," he said, "will you do me a favor?"
"What is it, Randolph?"
"Let me have ten dollars."
His father frowned.
"What do you want with ten dollars?" he asked.
"I don"t like to go round without money in my pocket. It doesn"t look well for the son of a rich man."
"Who told you I was a rich man?" said his father testily.
"Why, you are, aren"t you? Everybody in the village says so."
"I may, or may not, be rich, but I don"t care to encourage my son in extravagant habits. You say you have no money. Don"t you have your regular allowance?"
"It is only two dollars a week."
"Only two dollars a week!" repeated the father angrily. "Let me tell you, young man, that when I was of your age I didn"t have twenty-five cents a week."
"That was long ago. People lived differently from what they do now."
"How did they?"
"They didn"t live in any style."
"They didn"t spend money foolishly, as they do now. I don"t see for my part what you can do with even two dollars a week."
"Oh, it melts away, one way or another. I am your only son, and people expect me to spend money. It is expected of one in my position."
"So you can. I consider two dollars a week very liberal."