The Lost Prince eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 377 pages of information about The Lost Prince.

The Lost Prince eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 377 pages of information about The Lost Prince.

Lazarus literally ground his teeth.  But he drew himself up and saluted with ceremony.  He put his hand in his breast pocket and produced an old leather wallet.  There were but a few coins in it.  He pointed to a gold one.

“I obey you, sir—­since I must—­” he said, breathing hard.  “That one will pay her for the week.”

Marco took out the sovereign and held it out to the woman.

“You hear what he says,” he said.  “At the end of this week if there is not enough to pay for the next, we will go.”

Lazarus looked so like a hyena, only held back from springing by chains of steel, that the dusty Mrs. Beedle was afraid to take the money.

“If you say that I shall not lose it, I’ll wait until the week’s ended,” she said.  “You’re nothing but a lad, but you’re like your father.  You’ve got a way that a body can trust.  If he was here and said he hadn’t the money but he’d have it in time, I’d wait if it was for a month.  He’d pay it if he said he would.  But he’s gone; and two boys and a fellow like that one don’t seem much to depend on.  But I’ll trust you.”

“Be good enough to take it,” said Marco.  And he put the coin in her hand and turned into the back sitting-room as if he did not see her.

The Rat and Lazarus followed him.

“Is there so little money left?” said Marco.  “We have always had very little.  When we had less than usual, we lived in poorer places and were hungry if it was necessary.  We know how to go hungry.  One does not die of it.”

The big eyes under Lazarus’ beetling brows filled with tears.

“No, sir,” he said, “one does not die of hunger.  But the insult—­the insult!  That is not endurable.”

“She would not have spoken if my father had been here,” Marco said.  “And it is true that boys like us have no money.  Is there enough to pay for another week?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Lazarus, swallowing hard as if he had a lump in his throat, “perhaps enough for two—­if we eat but little.  If—­if the Master would accept money from those who would give it, he would always have had enough.  But how could such a one as he?  How could he?  When he went away, he thought—­he thought that—­” but there he stopped himself suddenly.

“Never mind,” said Marco.  “Never mind.  We will go away the day we can pay no more.”

“I can go out and sell newspapers,” said The Rat’s sharp voice.

“I’ve done it before.  Crutches help you to sell them.  The platform would sell ’em faster still.  I’ll go out on the platform.”

“I can sell newspapers, too,” said Marco.

Lazarus uttered an exclamation like a groan.

“Sir,” he cried, “no, no!  Am I not here to go out and look for work?  I can carry loads.  I can run errands.”

“We will all three begin to see what we can do,” Marco said.

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