you now. So pay what you owe at once, or I'll call that
officer across the street and tell him what I know, and have
you put where you belong."

"I'll see you blowed first!" gasped the Object.

Van Bibber turned to the waiter.

"Kindly beckon to that officer," said he.

The waiter ran to the door and the Object ran too, but
the tough waiter grabbed him by the back of his neck and held
him.

"Lemme go!" yelled the Object. "Lemme go an' I'll pay
you."

Everybody in the place came up now and formed a circle
around the group and watched the Object count out eighty-five
cents into the waiter's hand, which left him just one dime to
himself.

"You have forgotten the waiter who served you," said Van
Bibber, severely pointing with his stick at the dime.

"No, you don't," groaned the Object.

"Oh, yes," said Van Bibber, "do the decent thing now, or
I'll--"