"Take that, and that! The next time I sees you, you'll go 'ome on a shutter." The old man took that, and that, and went on his way.

The next day he came again.
"Clo'! Clo'!" he whimpered.
"What!" said the ruffian, his coarse cheeks flooded with angry blood.
"Ev yer forgotten what I promised yer ?" He seized Sleepy Sol by the scruff of the neck.
"I say, why can't you leave the old man alone ?" The hostler stared at the protester, whose presence he had not noticed in the pleasurable excitement of the moment.

It was a Jewish young man, indifferently attired in a pepper-and-salt suit.

The muscular hostler measured him scornfully with his eye.
"What's to do with you ?" he said, with studied contempt.
"Nothing," admitted the intruder.

"And what harm is he doing you ?" "That's my bizness," answered the hostler, and tightened his clutch of Sleepy Sol's nape.
"Well, you'd better not mind it," answered the young man calmly.