“You can’t do that for he’d only laugh at you, and perhaps beat you again.”

“The thief ought to be arrested,” grumbled Bluff indignantly.

“That would blow the whole thing, you see, and dad he’d know I grabbed it.  I’m gettin’ all I ought to have, I reckon.  P’raps I might earn that ten some way, and hand it over.  If I could only get another job as chauffeur it’d be all right,” Hank Brady was mumbling to himself dejectedly.

“Perhaps you can,” said Frank quickly.  “I remember, now, that our man had to go away suddenly the day before yesterday.  Look here, Hank!  Do you really mean to do the right thing now?  Have you had your lesson pounded into you?”

“I sure have.  Never again for me, I give you my word.  I guess my folks has been worried some on my account, but they don’t need to any more.  I’ve reformed, I have.  I’m goin’ to walk a straight line after this.”

The fellow spoke as though he meant it, and Frank believed he could detect the ring of sincerity in his voice.

“All right.  Shake hands on that, Hank.  Don’t you forget it, that you’ll find plenty of fellows willing to give you a lift, just as quickly as some others want to give you a drag down.  It all depends on where the other chap is standing himself.  You come and see me to-morrow, some time.  I’m Frank Langdon, and my father is the president of the First National Bank.”

“This is mighty white of you, fellers,” muttered the other, apparently ashamed.

“You can never pay it back to us, Hank, but some time pass it along; hold out a helping hand to some other poor chap in trouble.  I guess if you know how to run a car decently you will get the job, if I speak to my dad.  Now, another thing—­that ten dollars you wanted to put back, was it in one bill?”

“Two fives,” replied Hank, catching his breath.

“Then perhaps we can fix it up.  I’ve got one here.  Jerry, can you help me out?” asked Frank, who believed in doing the whole thing, once he started.

“Just happen to have it, by good luck,” replied the other cheerfully.

“Say! that’s too much, fellers—­an’ after I played that mean trick, too!”

“Don’t worry about that.  I’m not giving you this, Hank, only loaning it to you.  You can pay it back out of your first month’s salary.  Here you are, and don’t think for a minute that you’re getting the best of all this.  We’re enjoying it, in our own way, more than you ever can.  See you to-morrow, then.  Good-night, Hank!”

They left the fellow standing there, quite dumb.  He had tried to answer them as they rode off, but not a sound could he utter.

“Talk to me about the queer things that crop up with us, will you!” laughed Jerry as he kept close at Frank’s heels.  “Did you ever really hear the equal of that, now?”

“Oh, it’s an old story.  The only decent thing about it is the fact that of his own free will Hank was breaking away from his evil associations and heading back home, when he met with this last trouble.  I say, Bluff!”