“What worry is that of yours?”
Kaplan grew excited.
“I’ll soon show you what worry of mine it is!” And he sent the errand-boy after a policeman.
As he ran by Itsye the boy jeered, with mischievous eyes, “Just wait a moment! You’ll soon have a good drubbing!”
Itsye spitefully refused to move. To hell with everybody!
Now then. What was it he had been thinking of before? And his glances began to wander across the square and the faces of the people, as he tried to recall his previous thoughts. When he noticed the boy returning with a policeman he turned his head indifferently aside.
“What are you standing here for? Move on! Off with you!” commanded the guardian of order.
Itsye slowly faced about.
“Is this spot private property, what?”
“Move on, I tell you!”