"No, no, nothing to sell."
"Call around at the house—give good prices."
"Nothing to sell, nothing, I tell you!"
"Buy what you got on," said McNab at the psychological moment, "give you five dollars or toss you ten or nothinks!"
"Be off!" said the now thoroughly infuriated victim, turning and brandishing his cane. "I'll have you arrested."
McNab, having accomplished his preliminary rôle, retreated to a safe distance, exclaiming:
"Toss you ten dollars or nothinks!"
The now supremely self-conscious and furious gentleman, having rid himself of McNab, immediately found himself in the hands of Buck Waters, who pursued him for the remainder of the block, with a mild obsequious persistency that would not be shaken off. By this time the occupants of the shop windows and the loiterers, perceiving the game, were in roars of laughter, which made the passage of the second and third victims a procession of hilarious triumph for McNab and Waters.
Tiring of this, they locked arms again and, taking by hazard a side street, continued their quest for adventure.
"Mornings are a dreadful bore," said McNab, pulling down his hat.