"Speak up, there," growled Slavin savagely. "I've a little business with you, Mort Bemis. Where are those two silver medals that you stole from me?"
Bemis only wriggled and groaned. Slavin kicked him. He sat up with a howl of pain.
"Pawned," he whimpered.
"Where?"
"At Barry's cigar store."
"For how much?"
"Two dollars."
"Hand it over."
"I haven't a cent. Oh, you've half killed me. Oh, my head! my head! Don't--don't hit me again. Slump has some money. Pay him, Ike, pay him."
Slavin advanced from Bemis, now sitting up on the floor, towards Ike, with a menacing manner.