“You came to Pete Johnson’s and stole a wallet full of money from me when I was asleep. Now it ain’t no use your denyin’ that you was there, for Pete Johnson told me all about it.”
“I don’t intend to deny it. Mr. Wentworth and I called at Pete Johnson’s saloon when you were lying under the counter.”
“No matter where I was. I’m a gentleman, and if I choose to lie down under the counter of my friend Pete Johnson, it’s none of your business.”
“Oh, I don’t care to interfere with you. You can lie there every night if you like, so far as I am concerned.”
“Of course I can, but that ain’t business. Where’s that wallet you took from me? Answer me that, you young jackanapes!”
“I took no wallet from you.”
“Then the man that was with you did.”
“That is nothing to me. Tell me, Jake Amsden, where did you get that wallet, and the money that was in it?”
“It was my wallet.”
“And the money was yours, too, I suppose?”