"Yes," says I.
"Then you're out, too; the police are on the trail now."
I went back to Harris, and gave him the last cent I had. He promised to pay me back in an hour.
A month after I met him.
"Say," says I, "how about that money I lent you? You said you only wanted it for a short time."
"That's right," says he, "I only had it for ten minutes. I went into a faro game."
Some time ago, Harris visited a tailor and had an overcoat made. He wanted trust, and the tailor, of course, wanted references.
Harris put up such a bluff that the tailor gave him the overcoat. He certainly played his game to perfection.
Then Harris wouldn't pay.