"Huh! It's a pity---fer---him that he wouldn't take a new think an' chase me.

But he's like most pups that hire other folks to do their tough work---they hain't 't got no nerve o' their own." Fred came stealthily out of the yard, after looking back at the house.

He went straight up to young Scammon.
"So here ye are, pal," laughed Tip.

"Glad ye didn't keep me waitin'.
Ye brought the wherewithal ?" "See here, Tip, you scoundrel," muttered Fred, hoarsely, a worried look showing in his eyes, "I'm getting plumb down to the bottom of anything I can get for you." "I told ye to bring twenty," retorted young Scammon, abruptly.
"That will be enough." "I couldn't get it," muttered Fred.
"Now, see here, pal," warned Tip, threateningly, "don't try to pull no roots on me.

Ye can get all the money ye want." "I couldn't this time," Fred contended, stubbornly.