"No, I thinks not—not my vay to give him till I gits de moneys."
"You are an unmitigated scoundrel. I won't pay you another cent."
"Lock dat door, Carl," said the landlord, coolly, to one of his satellites. "Now, Mister Haldane, you bays, or you goes to jail. You has been dare vonce, and I'll but you dare dis night if you no bays me."
"Gentlemen, I appeal to you to prevent this downright villany," cried
Haldane.
"I sees no villany," said one of the lookers-on, stolidly. "You shows your receipt, and he no touch you."
"I neglected to take a receipt. I did not know I was dealing with a thief."
"Ho, ho, ho!" laughed the landlord; "he tinks I vas honest like himself, who vas jus' out of jail!"
"I won't pay you twice," said Haldane doggedly.
"Carl, call de policeman, den."
"Wait a moment; your rascality will do you no good, and may get you into trouble. I have very little money left."