Joe the Hotel Boy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 178 pages of information about Joe the Hotel Boy.

Joe the Hotel Boy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 178 pages of information about Joe the Hotel Boy.

“Not me!  I ain’t goin’ to be responsible fer nobody’s money but my own—­an’ Mirandy’s.”

“Better see if your own money is safe.”

Josiah Bean got out his wallet and counted the bills.

“Safe enough.”

“Are you sure?  I thought there was only five hundred and fifty.”

“No, six hundred.”

“I’ll bet you ten dollars on it.”

“What! can’t I count straight,” gasped the old farmer, much disturbed.  “Six hundred I tell you,” he added, after he had gone over the amount once more.

“If there is I’ll give you the ten dollars,” answered the slick one.  “Let me count the bills.”

“All right, there ye be, Mr. Davis.”

Henry Davis took the wallet and pretended to count the bills.

“Hullo, what’s that?” he cried, whirling around.

“What’s wot?” demanded Josiah Bean, also looking around.

“I thought I heard somebody cry fire.”

“Don’t say thet!  Say, let’s git out o’ here—­I don’t want to look at the sights.”

“All right—­here’s your money.  I guess it’s six hundred after all,” answered the slick-looking individual, passing over the wallet.

They hurried to the elevator and got into quite a crowd of people.

“Wait for me here,” said Henry Davis, as they walked past the side corridor.  “I want to step in yonder office and send a message to a friend.”

He ran off, leaving the old farmer by himself.  Josiah Bean looked around him nervously.

“I guess that wasn’t no cry o’ fire after all,” he mused.  “Well, if there’s a fire I kin git out from here quick enough.”

The office building was a large one, running from one street to the next.  On the street in the rear was a bookstore, the proprietor of which had advertised for a clerk.

Joe had applied for the position and was waiting for the proprietor to address him when, on chancing to look up, he saw Henry Davis rush past as if in a tremendous hurry.

“Hullo, that’s the fellow who was with the old farmer,” he told himself.

“What can I do for you, young man?” asked the proprietor of the bookshop, approaching at that instant.

“I believe you wish a clerk,” answered our hero.

“Have you had experience in this line?”

“No, sir.”

“Then you won’t do.  I must have someone who is experienced.”

“I am willing to learn.”

“It won’t do.  I want an experienced clerk or none at all,” was the sharp answer.

Leaving the bookstore, Joe stood out on the sidewalk for a moment and then walked around the corner.

A moment later he caught sight of Josiah Bean, gazing up and down the thoroughfare and acting like one demented.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Matter?” bawled the old farmer.  “I’ve been took in!  Robbed!  Swindled!  Oh, wot will Mirandy say!”

“Who robbed you?”

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