"It's only a few dollars—enough to bury me."
"Very well, Ben, I'll take charge of it, and when you need burial I'll attend to it. That's fair, isn't it?"
Rudolph, who had paused outside, now raised the window to its full height, and despite the old man's terrified exclamations, bounded lightly into the room.
"Help! help! thieves!" screamed Ben, almost beside himself with terror, as he spread his feeble hands over the gold which he had so imprudently exposed.
"Hold your jaw, you driveling old idiot," said Rudolph, harshly, "or I'll give you something to yell about."
"Help, Tony, help!" continued the old man.
The tramp's eyes, following the direction of Ben's, discovered our hero on his rude bed in the corner of the room. A quick gleam of exultation shot from them as he made this discovery.
"Ho, ho!" he laughed with a mirth that boded ill to Tony, "so I've found you at last, have I? You served me a nice trick the other day, didn't you? I owe you something for that."
"I hoped I should never set eyes on you again," said Tony.