“I don’t want ever to set eyes on you again.”
“That’s the way to talk. As soon as our business is over, there ain’t no occasion for our meetin’ again. Don’t you go to point us out, or——”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but whipped out a long knife, which made any further remarks unnecessary.
Under the circumstances, resistance would be madness and Joe drew out his money.
“Is that all you’ve got?” demanded the thief.
“Every cent,” said Joe. “It won’t leave me anything to pay for my night’s lodging.”
“Then you can sleep out. I’ve done it many a time. But I’ll take the liberty of searching you, and seeing if you tell the truth or not.”
“Just as you like,” said Joe.
Joe was searched, but no more money was found.
“The boy’s told the truth,” said his captor. “Two dollars and a half is a pretty small haul.”