“Well, I’m waitin’ fer youse,” spoke the tramp, and his tone was surly. “Come on, I ain’t got all day.”
“Nothing doing,” said Pop, shortly. “I’m not coming with you, Hogan.”
“You’re not!”
There was the hint of a threat in the husky tones, and the glance from the blood-shot eyes was anything but genial.
“No, I’m not coming,” went on Pop, easily. He seemed to have recovered his nerve now, and glanced more composedly at Joe.
“Huh! Well, I like that!” sneered the tramp. “You’re gettin’ mighty high-toned, all of a sudden! It didn’t used to be this way.”
“I’ve changed—you might as well know that, Hogan,” went on Pop. There were not so many about them now. All the other players had passed on.
“Well, then, if you won’t come with me, come across with some coin!” demanded the other. “I need money.”
“You’ll not get any out of me.”
“What!”