“Yes, I do.”
“And get no money for my window?”
By this time a crowd had collected around the chief actors in this scene. They were divided in opinion.
“Don’t he look wicked, the young scamp?” said a thin-visaged female with a long neck.
“Yes,” said her companion. “He’s one of them street rowdies that go around doin’ mischief. They come around and pull my bell, and run away, the villians!”
“What’s the matter, my boy?” asked a tall man with sandy hair, addressing himself to Joe in a friendly tone.
“This man says I broke his window.”
“How was it? Did you break it?”
“No, sir. I was standing looking in, when a stone came from somewhere and broke it.”
“Look here, sir,” said the sandy-haired man, addressing himself to the German, “what reason have you for charging this boy with breaking your window?”