“Yes, you do,” answered his late adversary. “You get fifty cents for bringing it out from Boston, but you don’t get anything for toting it upstairs.”
“All right, give me the fifty. Gee, I’ve wasted a quarter of an hour here now; I could have made another fifty in that time.”
“You acknowledge, then, do you, that you had no right to ask an extra fee for bringing it upstairs?”
“Aw, what yer givin’ us? I ain’t askin’ for it, am I?” He turned to John and with difficulty winked his eye slyly. “I guess I got a quarter’s worth, eh?”
“You look as though you had,” replied John gravely.
“You can go now,” said the host.
“Aw, is that so?” growled the expressman.
“And here’s your money.” He handed the other a crisp dollar bill.
“What’s to keep me from pocketin’ the whole thing?” asked the expressman.