"I do. Let me up, Phil, and I will give you your money."
"I don't think I shall take your word again," I added, with a candor becoming the exciting occasion.
"Let me up, Phil; there will be a crowd around us in a moment."
"No matter; I won't let you up till you give me some security for your good behavior."
"Better let him up as quick as possible," interposed Mr. Farringford. "There are some men coming down the street."
"I will hold on to him till he makes it safe for me to let him go," I replied.
"Put your hand into my breast pocket, and take out my pocket-book. It contains over two hundred dollars," said Lynch.
I followed his directions; but I was not satisfied in regard to the contents of the pocket-book. It might be stuffed with brown paper for aught I knew, for I had read about some of the tricks of swindlers in great cities, in the newspapers, since I came to St. Louis.
"Take it, Mr. Farringford, and see what is in it," I added, handing it to my father.