"Here's Jenkins' answer," said he, holding out the sheet of yellow
paper.
Taking it, the station master read aloud:
"ROBINSON, Randolph: Will leave pass as
instructed. Square me with the boy, if you can.
Buy him all he wants to eat, and I'll settle.
"JENKINS."
At the words proclaiming the conductor's evident anxiety over how Bob
felt toward him, they all laughed.
"It'll do Jenkins good to worry a little," commented Tom. Then, as an
idea occurred to him, he struck his thigh, and exclaimed: "I say,
Jenkins is an awful miser. Let's put up a joke on him. We'll take a
dozen of the boys, have a feed at Sweeney's, and charge it to Jenkins."
"That's the idea! Great! Fine!" were some of the remarks that greeted
the suggestion.
But on Bob's face there was a look of doubt, as he said:
"I don't think that would be exactly fair, would it?"
"Why not?" asked several.
"Because Mr. Jenkins would know I couldn't eat so much.
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