"It's an awful fix to be in," continued Richard. "I don't know how I
can ever clear my name. Even if I tell what I know about Norris I have
no proofs to show that I didn't go to that place willingly."
"That's true. You're in a bad light at the best. It's a shame! I'll
tell you what you do."
"What?"
"There is no reason why you should suffer on Norris's account. He is
no friend of yours, and has been trying to lead you astray. Who knows
but what, if he is left alone, he may not try some day to get you in
even deeper? I'd go to Mr. Williams and tell him the whole truth."
At first Richard demurred. He did not wish to "tattle" on anybody,
and, besides, not having a forward nature, he shrank from the exposure.
But Frank soon talked him out of this, and by the time they reached
the Massanets' home Richard decided to "have it out" the first thing
in the morning.
But upon reaching the store the following day a disappointment awaited
him. Mr. Williams had gone to Boston, and would not be back for several
days.
"I hate to tell Mr. Mann," said Richard. "I guess I'll wait till Mr.
Williams returns."
"I wouldn't," replied Frank. "I'd have it off my mind at once." But
the thought of facing Mr. Mann was not a pleasant one, and the boy
hesitated.
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