"I don't care. Either you'll come down or I'll rouse the whole of Darbyville," cried the tramp, vehemently.
"I haven't any money."
"You can't tell me that."
"It's true. Times are getting worse every day."
"Didn't the woman who lives here just pay you?"
"Yes; thirty dollars&—"
"And didn't you put the bills in with a big roll in your vest pocket?" went on Stumpy, triumphantly.
The merchant bit his lip.
"That money is to pay a bill that falls due to-morrow," he replied.
"Well, my 'bill' falls due to-day, and it's got to be met. So come; no more beating about the bush. We've talked long enough. Now to business. Do you intend to pay or not?"