Fred's first impulse was to get angry, but it didn't take him more than an instant to realize that it would be better to keep this fellow quiet.
"I haven't ten dollars, Tip—-on my honor," he protested, hesitatingly.
"On yer—-what?" questioned Scammon, with utter scorn.
"I haven't ten dollars."
"How much have ye?"
There was something in Tip's ugly eyes that scared the boy. Fred went quickly through his pockets, producing, finally, six dollars and a half.
"I'll give you six of this, Tip," proposed Fred, rather miserably.
"Ye'll give me all of it, ye mean," responded Scammon. "And ye'll meet me to-morrow aft'noon with five more—-something for interest, ye know."
"But I won't have five dollars again, as soon as that," argued
Fred, weakly.
"Yes, you will," leered Tip. "You'll have to!"