“What’ll you give me?”
Gerald was tempted to answer “a licking,” but he reflected that it would not be prudent. He must temporize.
“You’ve played a trick on me, and you don’t deserve anything. But I’ll give you another quarter, and won’t say anything about it.”
“So he gave you a quarter, did he, Tip?” inquired Standish.
“No; he’s only gassin’,” said Tip. “Now, do you believe he’s dere?”
“Yes; it’s all right.”
“Where’s de money?”
Samuel Standish drew seventy-five cents from his pocket—a fifty-cent piece and a quarter—and handed them to his promising nephew.
“I want a dollar,” said Tip doggedly.