I'll let ye off fer ten dollars, but hand it over quick!" Fred's first impulse was to get angry, but it didn't take him more than an instant to realize that it would be better to keep this fellow quiet.
"I haven't ten dollars, Tip---on my honor," he protested, hesitatingly.
"On yer---what ?" questioned Scammon, with utter scorn.
"I haven't ten dollars." "How much have ye ?" There was something in Tip's ugly eyes that scared the boy.

Fred went quickly through his pockets, producing, finally, six dollars and a half.
"I'll give you six of this, Tip," proposed Fred, rather miserably.
"Ye'll give me _all_ of it, ye mean," responded Scammon.

"And ye'll meet me to-morrow aft'noon with five more---something for interest, ye know." "But I won't have five dollars again, as soon as that," argued Fred, weakly.
"Yes, you will," leered Tip.

"You'll have to!" "What do you mean ?" demanded Fred, trying to bluster, but making a failure of the attempt.
"It'll take five more to give me lock-jaw," declared Scammon.
"I'm jest out of prison, and I mean to enjoy myself restin' a few days before I settle down to a job again.

So, to-morrow, turn up with the five!" "I don't know where to get the money." "Find out, then," sneered the other.