“You’ve got it.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“The boy inside gave you twenty-five cents.”
“Dat’s what I call mean.”
“Go away, you young rogue! You’ve got more money now than you will make good use of. There’s many a time even now when I haven’t got as much.”
“I say, uncle,” asked the boy, excited by curiosity, “what are you goin’ to do wid him?”
“That’s my affair. I have some business with him—important business.”
“Let me go in wid you!”
“If you don’t clear out I’ll kick you downstairs.”
A glance at his uncle’s face satisfied Tip that he meant what he said, and making a virtue of necessity, he descended the stairs, two steps at a time.