"Twenty-five cents!" repeated Sam, looking insulted. "Do you think I would wear a twenty-five cent vest?"
"It is all it is worth to me. I lent you five dollars, and you want to put me off with three dollars and a quarter."
"But I would come round to-morrow and give you the money."
"Shall you have the money to-morrow?" inquired the dealer.
"Yes," answered Sam.
"Where will you get it?"
"I ain't obliged to tell that. It don't make no difference to you."
"Well, if you get the money to-morrow you can come round to-morrow," said the old man, with the air of one who had announced his ultimatum.
"But I want it to-day, particular," persisted Sam.
"Why do you want it to-day, particular?" asked the pawnbroker, looking curious.