“You had better,” said the man significantly. And so Saurin and Edwards were now on their way to the yard.
“Well, gents, have you got the money?” asked Josiah Slam, who admitted them. “I hope so, for I wants to be off, and I’m only a-waiting for that.”
“No,” replied Saurin, “we have not got it; it is not likely. We did not sign that paper until we had lost everything to you, and we shall not have any more till after Easter. Perhaps we may pay you then, though I don’t consider we owe you anything really. You have won it all back, and a lot more besides.”
“What’s that to do with it?” cried young Slam. “You had as good a chance of winning of me, hadn’t yer?”
“No, of course not,” replied Saurin. “I am not certain that we had any chance at all.”
“What d’yer mean? yer—”
“Oh, don’t bluster and try to bully,” said Saurin. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh, you’re not, ain’t yer, my game chicken? but I have got your I O U.”
“Much good may it do you! Why, we are under age, and it’s of no value at all.”
“And you call yerself a gentleman! Yah! But I’m not so green as yer think, my boy. Of course I knowed it warn’t a legal dokiment. But it’s proof enough for me. If you don’t pay I shall take it to yer master, and see if he won’t pay it for yer.”