"I only wear a ribbon."
"Pshaw! no more ceremony. Look at thy watch. What hour is it?"
"The hour of thy death!" replied the young man in a thundering voice, presenting at the same time a double-barrelled pistol at his head.
"Oh! oh!" said the thief, "I was only joking."
"So much the worse. Come, thy purse."
The thief handed it to him.
"Thy chain."
And the chain followed the purse.
"Thy watch."
The thief, trembling from head to foot, drew out a package of watches, entangled one in the other.