“How y’u goin’ to pay for it? Three dollars for that new chain.”
“Oh, I’ve got the money right now,” said Tom, innocently producing the bills.
“You have, eh! Humph! Well, you’re pretty smart. Sell all them lilies since you picked them?” Tom’s shadowy eyes glared. He saw now what Abe Nash meant.
“No, I didn’t,” he retorted. “But I’ve got the money to pay for that wheel when it’s ready.”
“So I see.” The man turned toward the patched netting door. “Well, it’ll be ready by tomorrow noon.”
Tom looked attentively at the money that he had smoothed out on his hand. Then glancing up, he felt a breath almost over his shoulder.
It was Sam Powers!
“Where’d you get that money?” The man’s voice was full of threats.
“Where did I get it?” gasped Tom. “What’s that to you?”
A big hand was settling heavily upon his shoulder.