"Look here, you're only trying to play a joke on me."
"You're mistaken. I'm a desperate man. I will do as I say."
"Then you're a villain," said the young man, with spirit. "You've made me drunk in order to rob me."
"Precisely. Your money or your life. That's about what I mean."
"I'll call the police."
"If you do it will be your last word. Now make up your mind."
The young man, instead of complying, endeavored to break away, but in his intoxication he had lost half his strength, and was no match for the other.
"You fool! your blood be on your own hands!" said his companion, and he drew a pistol from his side pocket.
An instant and he would have fired, but Tony was on the alert. He sprang forward, seized the would-be murderer by the arm, and the pistol went off, but the bullet struck a brick wall on the opposite side of the street.