"Look, buster," he wheedled. "If I pay you seventy-five bucks I won't have a cent left. How about me paying half now and the rest later?"
"No good," said Mattup. "You got it—pay me. If you can't pay cash gimme your watch. I know you got one."
"Look, buster—"
"Quit callin' me buster."
"What am I going to live on until I get paid again?"
"What do I care?"
It went on like that until the busses for the airport were nearly ready to leave and both men seemed angry enough to kill each other.
"Let's go," I begged Danny. "Pay him and leave."
"All right then!" Danny snapped, and pulled out his wallet. He counted out all his bills into Mattup's hand.
"You're a buck short," said Mattup.