“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t, I don’t mean to let you hurt me.”
The man discerned that Ike was one of those bright boys, and many are to be met with the world over.
“You let go of me,” repeated Ike.
“I won’t hurt you, I say.”
“No, and I say I won’t let you.”
“Did you deliver a note?”
“It is none of your business.”
The man handed Ike a quarter; the lad refused to take it, and saw his advantage at once.
“I don’t want your quarter,” he said.