"I haven't got but a dollar and a quarter in my pocket."
"Oh, well, you know where to go for more money," said Tony, with a wink. "The old gentleman's got plenty."
"I am not so sure about that—I mean that he is willing to pay out. Of course, he's got plenty of money invested," added Randolph, who liked to have it thought that his father was a great financial magnate.
"Well, he can spare some for his son, I am sure."
"Can't you let it go for a little while longer, Tony?" asked Randolph, awkwardly.
"Really, Mr. Duncan, I couldn't. I am a poor man, as you know, and have my bills to pay."
"I take it as very disobliging, Tony; I sha'n't care to patronize your place any longer," said Randolph, trying a new tack.
Tony Denton shrugged his shoulders.
"I only care for patrons who are willing to pay their bills," he answered significantly. "It doesn't pay me to keep my place open free."
"Of course not; but I hope you are not afraid of me?"