I do anything for you,
sare--try me!"
"I'm getting Tony about where I want him," thought Mr. Brimmer.
"Just a little more help to him, and then I'll spring my idea
on him."
Thanksgiving had gone by, and now the Christmas Holidays were
nearing. Brimmer was playing his game slowly, and without the
slightest risk to himself. Tony must take all the risk. If the
Greek got into any trouble Brimmer could deny all knowledge of
the matter.
One Saturday afternoon, just before Christmas Midshipman Brimmer
came down Main Street, looked in and found the Greek standing
alone in his shop.
"Howdy, Tony," was the midshipman's greeting, as he sauntered
into the store.
"Hullo, my good frien', sare."
"Wish you a Merry Christmas, Tony."
"I don' know, sare, I don' know," replied the Greek, shaking his
head.
"Why, isn't business good now, Tony?"
"You do ver' much, my frien', to help make it better," replied
Tony, shaking his head, "but still I not make much money."
"Are you hard up at Christmas, Tony?" asked Brimmer, with pretended
sympathy.
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