“I beg your pardon, madam,” said Herbert, anxious to get out of the scrape. “I meant no offense.”
“Lucky for you, thin!” said Mrs. Rafferty, in a belligerent tone. “Be off wid you both, thin, or I'll call a cop.”
Herbert turned to go, nothing loath, but his guide followed him.
“Gimme them fifteen cents,” he demanded.
“You haven't shown me a good boarding place.”
“Yes, I did.”
“You don't seem to know what I want. I'll give you five cents, and look out for myself.”
The young Arab tried for ten; but Herbert was firm. He felt that he had no money to waste, and that he had selected a poor guide. It was wiser to rely upon himself.