“He wants to be honest and respectable.”
“And he thought he could learn better under another teacher, did he?” said the bartender, with a laugh.
Yes, I suppose so. I’d like to wring his neck.”
“You’re no friend to the honest and respectable, then.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then, there’s no love lost, for they don’t seem to fancy you. What’ll you have to drink?”
“I’ve got no money.”
“I’ll trust. You’ll have some sometime.”
“Give me some whisky, then,” said the tramp.
The whisky was placed in his hands. He gulped it down, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.