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ht to turn him over to the town, but folks would talk. There's a man in New York that his father said would send for him. I don't know whether he will or not. There's a matter of fifty dollars due to me for burying John Lillis. That's the way I get imposed upon." Philip kept on his way to the saloon. He was a timid, sensitive boy, and he shrank from going into the place which was generally filled with rough men. Two miners were leaning against the front of the wooden shanty used for the sale of liquor when Philip appeared. As he passed in one said to the other, "Well, I'll be jiggered if here isn't a kid comin' for his liquor. I say, kid, what do you want?" "Some whisky," answered Philip timidly. "How old are you?" "Ten." "I say, young 'un, you're beginnin' early." "I don't want it for myself," returned Philip half indignantly. "Oh, no, of course not. You won't take a sip yourself, of course not." "No, I won't. My papa never drank whisky, and he told me not to." "Where is your papa?" "Gone to Heaven." The miner whistled. "Then who sent you for whisky?" "Mr. Sprague." "Old Nahum?" "His name is Nahum." "I thought he was too mean to buy whisky. Do you live with him?" "Yes, sir." "Is he any kin to you?" "No," answered Philip quickly. "Does he treat you well?" "I don't like to answer such questions," said Philip guardedly. "I suppose you are afraid to. Did your father leave any money?" "No," answered Philip sadly. "Then I understand how it is. Do you expect to keep on living with Mr. Sprague?" "Papa wrote to a gentleman in New York. I expect he will send for me." "I hope he will for your sake, poor little chap. Well, go on and get your whisky. I don't want to take up your time." As Philip entered the first speaker remarked, "Well, Bill, I don't pretend to be an angel, but I wouldn't send a kid like that for whisky. I drink it myself, but I wouldn't want a boy like that to go for it. I'd go myself." "I agree with you," said Bill. "That Sprague ain't of much account any way. I'd lick him myself for a dollar. He's about as mean as they make 'em." CHAPTER XXX. PHILIP FINDS A FRIEND. When the two unauthorized ministers of justice had departed Oscar and his father looked at each other in anger and stupefaction. "It's an outrage!" exclaimed Nahum Sprague. "I'd like to shoot them!" returned Oscar. "I'd like to see them flayed within an inch of t
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