“I ain't crowdin'. I've got as much right to be here as you.”
“Here's your prize packages!” exclaimed Paul, in a businesslike tone.
“Maybe I'll buy one if you'll give me credit till to-morrow,” said Mike.
“Your credit isn't good with me,” said Paul. “You must pay cash down.”
“Then you won't trust me?” said Mike, pressing a little closer.
“No, I won't,” said Paul, decidedly.
“Then, take that, you spalpeen!” said Mike, suddenly pulling Paul's hat over his eyes.
At the same time Jim, to whom he had tipped a wink, snatched the basket, which Paul held loosely in his hand, and disappeared round the corner.
The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Paul was at first bewildered. But he quickly recovered his presence of mind, and saw into the trick. He raised his hat, and darted in pursuit of Mike, not knowing in what direction his basket had gone.
“That's a mean trick!” he exclaimed, indignantly. “Give me back my basket, you thief!”