There’ll be enough for all, I guess;
And then I’ll——”
“Here,” said a surly voice
“That money’s mine. You can take your choice
Of giving it up or going to jail.”
The youngster trembled, and then turned pale
As he looked and saw before him stand
A burly drayman with outstretched hand;
Rough and uncouth was the fellow’s face,
And without a single line or trace