“Got der dough?”
“Sure.”
“In yer clothes?”
“No; I’m not fool enough to carry so much round with me. I don’t think I have more than two dollars in my pockets.”
The ruffians exchanged looks of disappointment.
Ben Snodgrass had been very wise when he left his money behind him this day.
“Are youse one of dem college guys?” asked Riley.
“Yes, I am a student.”
“I was beginning to t’ink so. Got it in fer annodder dub an’ wants ter have him cropped, eh? Well, I’ll do der trick fer fifty, but I’ll have ter have der dough in advance.”
“Even you, Bill, may not find the job a cinch,” said Snodgrass. “He’s a bad man.”