"H'm!"
Walker's nose seemed pointing at the boy like an accusing finger. Doubt was expressed all over that foxy face.
"You tell it well," said the man, with another queer lifting of his thin eyebrows.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded the youth, sharply, wheeling squarely toward Walker. "Do you insinuate that I am not telling the truth?"
Before Walker could reply, a commotion arose in the seat directly behind them.
CHAPTER II.
"HANDS UP!"
"Aw! Thay, weally, this ith verwy impudent, don't yer know!" drawled a languid voice. "What wight have you to cwout yourthelf into a theat bethide a gentleman, thir?"
"I don'd seen der shentleman anyvere," replied a nasal voice, a voice that had the genuine Jewish sound.