The man looked discomfited, but Sam's next words freed him from anxiety.
"I want to ask of you a favor," said Sam. "I haven't got money enough here, but I'll pay you what I've got and bring you the rest tomorrow."
"Oh, no, you won't," said the old man, smiling, and wagging his head. "Do you think I am a fool? That isn't the way I do business, my boy."
"But I swear to you I will bring you the money," said Sam, earnestly. "I'll give you a little extra besides, to pay you for waiting."
"You are very kind," said the pawnbroker, revealing his yellow teeth in a cunning smile; "but I can't do it."
Sam had one other resource.
"Then," he proposed, "I'll pay you all the money I have, and give you my vest besides to keep till to-morrow."
"How much money have you got?"
"Three dollars."
"And your vest is worth about twenty-five cents."