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βBut what advantage am I to get out of it? I am to furnish all the capital and pay all expenses, as far as I can understand. Generally, both partners put in something.β
βI put in my revolver,β said Henry.
βOne revolver won't do for us both.β
βOh, well, you can buy one. Come, what do you say?β asked Henry eagerly.
βLet me ask you a few questions first. Where does your father live?β
βIn New York.β
βWhat is his business?β
βHe is a broker in Wall Street.β
βI suppose he is rich?β
βOh, he's got plenty of money, I expect! We live in a nice house on Madison Avenue. That's one of the best streets, I suppose you know!β
βI never was in New York. Is your mother living?β
βNo,β answered Henry. βShe died three years ago.β
If his mother had been living, probably the boy would never have made such an escapade, but his father, being engrossed by business cares, was able to give very little attention to his son, and this accounts in part for the folly of which he had been guilty.
βHave you got any brothers or sisters?β he asked.
βI have one sister, about three years younger than I. Her name is Jennie.β
βI wish I were as well off as you,β said Philip.
βHow do you mean?β
βI mean I wish I had a father and sister.β
βHaven't you?β
βMy father is dead,β said Philip gravely, βand I never had a sister.β
βOh, well, I don't know as I'm so lucky,β said Henry. βSisters are a bother. They want you to go round with them, and the old man is always finding fault.β
Philip's relations with his father had always been so affectionate that he could not understand how Henry could talk in such a way of his.
βI don't know what makes you ask me such a lot of questions,β said Henry, showing impatience. βCome, what do you say to my offer?β
βAbout forming a partnership?β
βYes.β
βI'd rather notβin that way.β
βIn what way?β
βI mean for the purpose of going out West to kill Indians.β
βYou've no idea what fun it would be,β said Henry, disappointed.
βNo, I suppose not,β said Philip, smiling.
βThen I suppose I shall have to give it up,β said Henry.
βNow I have a proposal to make to you,β said Philip.
βWhat is it?β
βIf you agree to go home, I'll pay your expenses and go along with you. I've never been to New York, and I'd like to have some one with me that could show me round the city.β
βI can do that,β said Henry. βI know the way all about.β
βThen will you agree?β
βYes.β
βThen come along, and we'll stop at the first convenient place and get some supper.β
CHAPTER XLI. AN ADVENTURE IN THE WOODS.
βI shall do a good thing if I induce Henry to go home,β thought Philip. βThat is rather a queer idea of his about wanting to kill Indians. It seems to me as much murder to kill an Indian as any one else.β
He only thought this, but did not express it, as he did not care to get into a discussion with his new acquaintance, lest the latter should recall his consent to go home.
βI say, Philip,β said Henry, who had now learned our hero's name, βwe ain't in any hurry to go to New York, are we?β
βI thought we might take a train to-morrow morning, and go straight through.β
βBut I'd rather take it easy, and travel through the country, and have adventures.β
βBut you forget that your father will be anxious about you.β
βYes, I suppose he will.β
βI'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll write a letter to your father, and let him know that you are safe with me, I'll do as you say.β
βAll right,β said Henry, in a tone of satisfaction; βI'll do it.β
βFather'll pay you all you have to spend for me,β Henry added, after a moment's pause.
βVery well; then I will be your banker.β
Philip was not foolish enough to protest that he did not care to be repaid. All he had in the world was a little less than a hundred dollars, and when that was gone he was not absolutely sure of making any more at once, though he felt tolerably confident that he could.
βSuppose you let me have ten dollars now,β suggested Henry.
βI think I would rather keep the money and pay the bills,β said Philip quietly.
He was not sure but that Henry, if he had a supply of money in his pockets, would reconsider his promise to go home and take French leave.
Of course, it would be extremely foolish, but his present expedition did not indicate the possession of much wisdom.
βI don't see what difference it makes,β said Henry, looking dissatisfied.
βI won't argue the point,β answered Philip good-naturedly.
βI wish I was in New York, near a good restaurant,β said Henry, after a pause.
βOh. I forgot! You are hungry.β
βAwfully. I don't believe there's a hotel within two or three miles. I don't think I can hold out to walk much farther.β
A few rods farther on was a farmhouse standing back from the road, old-fashioned-looking, but of comfortable aspect.
A young girl appeared at the side door and rang a noisy bell with great vigor.
βThey're going to have supper,β said Henry wistfully. βI wish it was a hotel!β
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