"Dry 'em on! Dry 'em on! You'll see they'll fid you like der paper on der vall!"
"What's the use trying 'em on?" said Billy, quietly; "I don't like 'em and they wouldn't fit me anyway."
"Not like 'em!" exclaimed the now thoroughly enraged clothing merchant; "I don't think you want to buy no clothes at all; you couldn't get a finer suit of clothes in San Francisco, and look at der price, too; only ten dollars, so hellup me Isaac!"
"The price is all right, but I don't like the cut of the clothes," said Billy.
"You don't like der style?"
The angry man now got the thought through his noddle that Billy wasn't going to buy any clothes, whereupon he grew furious.
"What you come in here for, you dirty tramp. Get out of here, or I trow you out."
Here I stepped up and told the miserable duffer what I thought of him. I expected there was going to be a knock down and drag out scene, but as there were two of us, the two Israelites thought better of it than to tackle us. The young feller hadn't said a word, but the old man was mad clear through. If he had been younger I would have swiped him one just for luck. We got out of the place all right, the old man and I telling each other pretty loud what we thought of each other. I told Billy he ought not to have gone in there at all for he didn't intend to buy any clothes.
"He wanted me to go in, didn't he, whether I wanted to or not?" asked Billy.
"Of course, he did. You should have given him a kick in the rump and skipped out. That's what I would have done."