"Fifty," said Bonny, firmly.
"Dirty, und nod von cend more, so hellup me."
"Fifty."
"Dirty-fife?"
"We'll split the difference, and call it forty-five."
"I gifs you fordy oud of charidy, seeing you is so hart up."
"It's a bargain," cried Bonny. "Hand over your cash."
"How could you talk to him that way?" asked Alaric, admiringly, as the boys left the shop, he minus his watch and chain, but with forty dollars and a pawn-ticket in his pocket.
"I couldn't once," laughed Bonny; "but it's one of the things poor folks have to learn. If you are willing to let people impose on you they'll be mighty quick to do it, and the only way is to bluff 'em from the start."
The next place they entered was a sailor's slop-shop, in which were kept all sorts of seafaring garments and accessories. Here, advised by Bonny, Alaric invested fourteen dollars and seventy-five cents in a blue knit jersey, or sweater, a pair of stout woollen trousers, two flannel shirts, two suits of heavy underclothing, several pairs of cotton socks, and a pair of canvas shoes.