"Then give ten dollars to the boy, and keep two dollars for yourself."
"It is all the money I have," whined Lane.
"That is no concern of mine. The money doesn't belong to you."
"I am a very poor man."
"You are smart enough to make a living by fair means. If you keep on as you are doing now, you will obtain your board at the expense of the State."
Lane, very unwillingly, handed two five-dollar bills to Scott.
"We are letting you off very easy," said Justin Wood. "We will give you a chance to reform, but if ever I catch you trying any of your tricks elsewhere, I will reveal what I know of you."
Crawford Lane rose from his chair and with a look of chagrin made haste to leave the hotel. He had already taken dinner there, and intended to remain until the next day, but now he felt unable to do so.
"I am glad to get some of my money back," said Scott, in a tone of satisfaction. "I was reduced to sixty cents. Ten dollars will last me for a good while."