Sometimes Hubert worried about the situation a little. Once he even went so far as to ask himself what the outcome could be. He had borrowed now from Carl Feldman, Arch McKay, two of the boys at the club; and once on the street, encountering Bert McKay, he had borrowed five dollars from him. It seemed so wasteful not to make use of that accidental meeting. Bert had looked at him strangely and Hubert knew that Arch had told him of the fifteen which he had borrowed in June. It was July now and Hubert had not seen Arch since the day they had lunched together. He had fixed it all right, though. He had said, "Tell Arch I'll be up to see him tomorrow and I'll give you this five then, too."
There were other men with whom he had been friendly. Some of them would probably let him have fifty or even a hundred, but they were men who had a speaking acquaintance with Helen. Gee, if they ever told her it would be awful. Helen would sure have plenty to say.
Gosh, it was July now and not a job in sight. Maybe when the weather got cooler and the important business men were coming back from the shore and the mountains, maybe then prospects would be brighter. But now there was rent, gas, electricity, two mouths to feed, and a Packard to support.
