"Dot's all right—I wrap der suit up and you bay for dem."
"Not much!" and Ralph's temper began to rise. "Give me my coat and vest!"
He made a dash for the articles, but before he could secure them the Jew's wife had whisked them out of his reach.
"You can't vos fool Isaac," she screamed. "You bay for der suit, and den you gits dem pack—not before."
"I'll have them back now!" exclaimed Ralph, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Give them to me!"
The woman ran behind the counter, but he made after her. He caught hold of the coat and vest, and despite her resistance, twisted them from her grasp. In a second he had them on once more.
"Hellup! hellup!" screamed the woman.
"Don't you touch mine wife!" howled the old Jew.
"Samuel, come in here and hellup your fadder and mudder!"
The "puller-in" had been watching proceedings from outside of the store, and now he came running in. He was a big, muscular fellow, and not above acting roughly when the occasion demanded.