Johnny. [Contemptuously.]

Mr. Algernon St. Fiddlesticks, my Jenny!

Why, this sneaking fellow, here,

Is just out of jail, my dear!

He's a tramp, without a single honest penny.

Jimmy B. [Stepping toward him.]

That's a lie!

Johnny. [Levels pistol at him.]

Hush! don't you talk.

Drop your bundle, sir, and walk,