“By defaulting clerks, absconding cashiers, swindlers of excellent social position.”
“Oh, we don't mind those things,” said Mr. Stiefel. “We can look out for ourselves. But when a man points at you with a revolver, that is terrible!”
“I hope, my dear sir, you take good care of your money.”
“That I do,” said Stiefel, complacently. “I carry it in a belt around my waist. That's a good place, hey?”
“I commend your prudence, sir,” said the colonel. “You are evidently a wise and judicious man.”
“They won't think of looking there, hey?” laughed Stiefel.
“I should say not.”
“You may think what you like, Mr. Stiefel,” said a tall, thin passenger, who looked like a book peddler, “but I contend that my money is in a safer place than yours.”
“Indeed, Mr. Parker, I should like to know where you keep it,” said Col. Warner, pleasantly.
“You can't get at it without taking off my stockings,” said the tall man, looking about him in a self-satisfied manner.