That's what I came in to get. I'm going away on the one o'clock train."
"Ten dollars! We need every dollar to square things."
"Ten dollars! You heard me. I've worked this week, and I've earned it."
"But how about the lease? We've got to go on paying $22.50 a month for six more months."
"They won't collect it from me," Sam said, with conviction. "Springham won't see me again after one o'clock. I think I've lost enough fooling around here since August."
"Are you leaving me to pay it all?" The cup was in Bert's hand and he was drying it without being conscious of the act.
"I'm not asking you to pay anything, am I? All I know is that this business has got all it's going to get out of me."
"How about Old Man Clud's note?" Bert de manded desperately. "He was in here a little while ago. He says he'll go to my father. You've got to pay half of that now. It comes due Monday. This is a partnership."
A look of sly craft came down like a veil over Sam's features. "Partnership? Yes; in some things. But not on that note."
"Why not?"
"Because that's not a partnership note. You signed it alone. That makes it a personal note. I have nothing to do with it. Just the same I'll do
