“It isn’t much,” faltered the old man.
The bags are pretty heavy,” was the significant rejoinder. “Will you take two hundred dollars apiece for them?”
“No,” said the old man, embarrassed.
Then there is considerable after all. But never mind. Take better care of them hereafter.”
Ben stooped to pick up the bags. He had got hold of them when the tramp aimed a kick at him which completely upset him.
Even though he fell, however, he did not lose his grip of the bags, but clung to them while crying with pain.
Take that, you old fool!” muttered the tramp. “It’s the first installment of the debt I owe you.”
“Take him away, take him away! He will murder me!” exclaimed old Ben, in terror.
Come along. You’ve done mischief enough,” said his captors, sternly, forcing the tramp along.
I’ll do more yet,” muttered Rudolph.