"Perhaps you called to pay up that balance you owe me," said Nelson to Billy Darnley. "There is a dollar and ninety cents still coming my way."
"Ah, go on wid yer!" growled Billy Darnley, with a sour look. "I wouldn't have de stand, if yer give it to me. Come on, Len!" And he hauled his companion away.
Our hero felt that he could afford to laugh at the pair. "I guess it's a case of sour grapes," he said to himself. "They'd think they were millionaires if they owned a place like this."
Both Darnley and Snocks were out of money, and hungry, and they were prowling along the street, ready to pick up anything which came to hand.
"It's a shame Nelse's got dat stand," said Darnley. "He don't deserve it no more'n I do."
"No more dan me," added Snocks. "It beats all how some fellers strike it lucky, eh?"
"I wish we could git something off of him," went on the larger bully.
"Off de stand?" queried Snocks.
"Yes."