"Oh, you're slick—you're slick!" he said. "But you can't fool me. I know how to deal with rascals like you. I have handled hundreds of 'em—hundreds upon hundreds."
"You must be a very old hand in the business," said the captive, with a laugh. "Still, you seem to need assistance to capture a boy, who has made no offer to resist you, although he knows very well that you have no legal right to arrest him."
"Oh, you are ready with your tongue—altogether too ready."
Having searched the lad, Jones produced some manacles, and snapped them on the wrists of his prisoner.
"There," he said to Solomon, "you needn't hold the revolver to his head any longer. I have him foul now."
"Dank you," nodded the Jew. "You vas much opliged vor der use of my revolfer."
"Of course, of course."
"V'y you don'd puy dot revolfer, den, und gif a poor man a drade?"
"Oh, get out. I don't want it any longer."
"Vell, I am glad uf dat, vor it vas long enough alretty. Uf you like id so vel, v'y you don'd bought id?"