“How do you know I have any money?” Phil asked, trying to gain a little time for deliberation.
“No matter. Hand it over, I say!”
“Don't take it!” said Phil, agitated. “It isn't mine!”
“Then you needn't mind giving it up.”
“It belongs to Mr. Carter.”
“He has plenty more.”
“But he will think I took it. He will think I am dishonest.”
“That is nothing to me.”
“Let me go,” pleaded Phil, “and I will never breathe a word about your wanting to rob me. You know you might get into trouble for it.”
“That's all bosh! The money, I say!” said the man sternly.