"I want to pay our bill. How much is it?"
"Going to leave?"
"Yes."
"Think you had better, eh?"
"We only hired our room until this noon." Sam drew himself up.
"If you want your pay you be civil."
"Yes, but—" The clerk broke off short. "That will be six dollars, please."
"All right, there you are," and Sam shoved the bills over. "Now don't say we created a muss or I'll report you to the proprietor."
"Yes, but see here—"
"I've not got my glasses just now. Good-by, and—"
"That man hasn't got his monkeys yet, and—"