t he did not dare to attempt it.

"I don't 'xpect I ever shall," he said, sadly, as soon as he had
swallowed enough of the fish to admit of his speaking plainly. "I've
offered to give ten cents, jest as I've got it there, if anybody will
tell me where he is; but I don't hear nothin' of him."

Ben and Mopsey sat for a few moments in silence, as if to better
express their sympathy, and then the latter asked,

"How's biz, Dick?"

"Well, it ain't so awful good, nor it ain't so dreadful bad," was the
non-committal reply. "I s'pose I shall get along; but I wish I could
git a holt of Tim Dooley; then I'd be pretty well fixed."

The visitors looked as if they thought it would be of very little
advantage to Dickey if he should succeed in finding the defaulter, and
Dickey said, quickly, as if they had spoken their doubts,

"If I can catch him, I'll make him pay me back somehow, whether he's
got it or not."

It was rather a rash assertion; but Dickey spoke so confidently that
his visitors thought it best not to argue the question, and Ben
concluded that it was about time to proceed with the business for
which they had come. After he had explained just what it was they
needed for the completion of their theatre, during which time Dickey
sat rubbing his chin, the personification of wisdom, the two waited
for Master Spry to give them the benefit of his knowledge.

It was some time before he condescended to speak; but when he did, it
was slowly and emphatically, to show that his mind was fully made up,
and could not be changed.

"I know where there's a lot of boards that I could trade for, an' you
could put some blocks under each end of them, an' have the best kind
of seats. But, yer see, I've bin thinkin' that you oughter taken me
inter company with yer, for I can act all round anybody you've got in
that crowd. Now I'll git all ther seats yer want, an' carry 'em up
there, if you'll let me come in with yer."

[Illustration: "HOW'S BIZ, DICK?"]

It was a sudden proposal, and the two did not know what to say for
some moments. It was gratifying to them, because Master Spry was very
cautious in making any venture, and that he was anxious to become a
partner showed that the public looked with favor upon the scheme, or
Dickey Spry would have been the last boy to propose partnership.

"But each one of us have put in seventy-three cents," said Mopsey,
hesitatingly, after he had thought the matter over for several
moments.

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