However, Andy had pluck, and didn't intend to surrender at discretion.

This conversation had attracted the attention of two or three guests of
the hotel, who were disposed to look with suspicion upon Andy. His
accuser appeared like a man of good position, being well dressed and
with an air of assurance.

One old gentleman, who was fond of giving advice, said, reprovingly:

"My boy, you will find it best to hand the gentleman his pocketbook. It
is sad to see one so young guilty of theft."

"Perhaps the boy is not guilty," suggested another guest.

"I am in the employ of a gentleman in New York," said Andy, "and this
man is scheming to rob me."

"You are perfectly shameless!" said Robinson, encouraged by what the
old gentleman had said. "I will give you just five minutes to return my
pocketbook, or I will have you arrested."

Andy felt that he was in a tight place, but his wits had not deserted
him.

"As you claim the pocketbook," he said, "perhaps you will tell how much
money there is in it."

"I can't tell exactly," replied Robinson. "I spend money liberally, and
I have not counted the money lately."