It was the pawnbroker’s turn to pity his visitors.
“I am afraid you will take cold going from this warm room out into the storm,” he said to Teague. “Let me lend you an overcoat. You see I have more here than I have any use for,” he added jocosely.
“Oh, I could not think of letting you lend me one!” exclaimed Teague, blushing probably for the first time in his life.
Dixon laughed quietly as he enjoyed his friend’s confusion, while the pawnbroker looked among his stock for a coat that would fit Teague. Presently he advanced with one which he held out with both hands, as he said:
“Let me help you put it on.”
Teague protested.
“Why, you can bring it back to-morrow when you come this way,” added Rumble.
“But how do you know I will bring it back?” said Teague. “I am a stranger to you.”
“Oh, your friend is good surety for you,” replied the pawnbroker. “He is one of my few customers who have redeemed their pledges.”
A thundering blast struck the house. The wind beat at the windows as though it meant to smash them.