"Look sharp!" said the left-hand man; "the money!—come, we can't stay here."
Grimaldi extricated the purse, and handed it to the speaker. The man at the horse's head looked sharply on, and cried,
"Tom, what has he given you?"
"His purse," was the reply.
"That wont do," said the man. "You have more money about you; I know you have: come, hand over, will ye?"
"I have not, indeed," replied Grimaldi. "Sometimes I carry a little in my pocket-book; but to-night I forgot to bring it with me."
"You have more money with you, and you know it," said the man who held the bridle: "you have got a bank-note in your left-hand waistcoat pocket."
The circumstance had really escaped Grimaldi's memory; but, being reminded of it, he drew forth the note, and delivered it to the man to whom he had resigned his purse.
"It's all right, Tom," said the man on his right; "we had better be off now."