There was a moment's silence. “Have you got any money?” asked the voice.
“Yes. Yes—I've got money.”
“Don't yell so loud. How much?”
“Why—what?”
“How much?”
“I've got eighty dollars.”
“All right. Give it to me and I'll let you out.”
Frantic as he was, this staggered Samuel. “I can't give you all my money,” he cried.
“All right then,” said the other. “Stay there.”
“No, no!” he protested. “Wait! Leave me just a little.”