“What did ye want to let him slip ye fer?” growled the old countryman, angrily.
“Don't talk to me,” growled the policeman.
“He ought to be reported for this,” put in our hero.
“Say another word and I'll run you both in,” said the bluecoat.
“Come away,” whispered Josiah Bean. “Anyway, it ain't so bad. I've got my money.”
“I'm willing to go,” answered Joe. “But, just the same, that policeman is a pudding head,” he added, loudly.
“I'll pudding head you!” cried the bluecoat, but made no attempt to molest Joe, whose general style he did not fancy.
Side by side Josiah Bean and our hero walked away, until the crowd was left behind and they were practically alone.
“I'm goin' to count thet money again,” said the old countryman, and did so, to make certain that it was all there.
“We were lucky to spot the rascal, Mr. Bean.”