"
"It's quite impossible for me to do it," said Randolph, ill
at ease.
"Pay me something on account--say ten dollars."
"I haven't got but a dollar and a quarter in my pocket."
"Oh, well, you know where to go for more money," said
Tony, with a wink. "The old gentleman's got plenty."
"I am not so sure about that--I mean that he is willing to
pay out. Of course, he's got plenty of money invested," added
Randolph, who liked to have it thought that his father was a great
financial magnate.
"Well, he can spare some for his son, I am sure."
"Can't you let it go for a little while longer, Tony?" asked
Randolph, awkwardly.
"Really, Mr. Duncan, I couldn't. I am a poor man, as you
know, and have my bills to pay."
"I take it as very disobliging, Tony; I sha'n't care to patronize
your place any longer," said Randolph, trying a new tack.
Tony Denton shrugged his shoulders.
"I only care for patrons who are willing to pay their bills,"
he answered significantly. "It doesn't pay me to keep my place
open free."
"Of course not; but I hope you are not afraid of me?"
"Certainly not. I am sure you will act honorably and pay
your bills.
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