"And I'll thank you, too, from the bottom of my-----" "You can keep the thanks," proposed Greg gravely.

"But you can hand over the half dollar." "E-e-eh ?" stammered Hi, nonplussed, rubbing one hand, for an instant, over his naked thigh in the usual neighborhood of the trousers' pocket.
"Fork over the half dollar!" Greg insisted.

"This is a strictly cash-in-advance proposition." "Why, you---you---you-----" stuttered Hi in his wrath.

"How can I pay in advance when Ted Teall is a mile away from here with my---my trousers and all ?" "Cash right in hand, or I don't stir on your job," insisted Greg.
"I---I'll pay you a whole dollar as soon as I can get home," Hi offered eagerly.
"Hi Martin, after what you've done to us to-day," demanded Greg virtuously, "do you think there's a fellow in this crowd who'd take your word for anything?
If you don't pay right now, then I won't stir a step for you." Again tears of helpless rage formed in Hi's eyes.

Amos Garwood stood looking on, unseeing.