I was given eight dollars in change.
“Remember,” the executive enjoined, holding [[98]]my eyes, “you’re to do no more bill peddling. If you want the rest of your bills peddled, you’ll have to make arrangements with Ike.”
The hungry one put out his neck, an eager look in his eyes.
“I’ll peddle ’em fur a dollar,” he offered, working his mouth.
“No, you won’t,” Scoop snapped, scowling. “We wouldn’t give you a penny if we never had a bill peddled.”
“Haw! haw! haw!” hooted Bid Stricker, acting big in his triumph over us. “Listen to him blow.”
“You’re going to get your pay for this,” cried Scoop, shaking his fist at the enemy.
“Tut! tut!” the mayor put in quickly. “I won’t allow you boys to quarrel in here.”
“Can we go now?” Scoop inquired shortly.
“Certainly.”