Wyeth gave it, and as the clerk made a record of it, he made inquiry regarding a bond.
"All right. Ten seventy-five."
"I have but ten fifty."
"See the sargent."
"What's the charge?" inquired that orderly, coming forward.
"Id'ling and loitering."
"Let him off for ten."
"Pay me out, pay me out!" trembled the chauffeur.
"Shut up!" commanded Sidney. "Haven't you heard me say I had but ten fifty?"
"Then do'n go, do'n go; stay with me!"