The man scrambled to his feet.
"Confound the fellow!" said Dick. "If he don't want them let's find some one who does."
"Look here," said Buttons.
He unfolded his parcel. The fellow looked indifferently at the things.
"Here, take this," and he offered the pantaloons.
The Italian took them and slowly put them on. This done, he stretched himself and yawned.
"Take this."
It was his vest.
The man took the vest and put it on with equal _sang froid_. Again he yawned and stretched himself.
"Here's a coat."