“You are a little ‘beat.’”
“I am?”
“Yes.”
“All right, go off and I won’t beat you.”
“How much do you want to answer my question?”
Ike considered everything. He finally made up his mind to tell if he received his price, and then he proposed to lay around and notify the young man, Burlein, so there would be no advantage on the part of Fellman. “I want a five-dollar bill, that’s what I want.”
The man handed the lad a five-dollar bill, and our hero was jubilant; here he was six dollars in hand, a big sum, enough to take care of his family for a couple of weeks on a pinch.
“Where did you take the letter?”
“Uptown.”
“Where, uptown?”