"Good," said the young man in a tone of indifference, "I see that your mind is made up."
"Oh, decidedly, my lord."
"I am going now to pay the remainder that I owe you; you shall then be free to go away immediately."
The young man drew several pieces of gold from a purse, and presented them to the mongrel.
"Take it," said he.
Malco held out his hand, but soon thinking better of it—
"Pardon, my lord," said he, "you are making a mistake."
"I? How is that?"
"Why, you only owe me four ounces, I believe."
"Well?"