The tramp gave over his work of folding, and awkwardly and cumbersomely
got upon his feet.

"You take off that coat and hand it over. It's mine--I found it. I can
stand a crazy man's gab, but when any one tries to do me out of what's
my own I'll fight."

"May I ask what you're going to do with these garments of a gentleman
which have fallen into your hands by accident?"

"I'm going to cash 'em in at the nearest second-hand shop, that's just
what I'm going to do."

"Just as you sold the Sunday suit you stole from a poor man! My friend,
I was insulted that day on account of you. You owe me something!"

Just then the alarm-clock purred a brief signal.

Up to that time the air of the man with the brown eyes had been that of
banter, of impish desire to harry and confuse by stilted language the
ignorant stranger who had come blundering upon him.

He stared at the clock, looked down upon the frock-coat, and then
surveyed the other articles of clothing. He scowled as if he had
suddenly begun to reflect. Seriousness smoldered in the brown eyes.
That tinkling touch of metal against metal seemed to change his mood in
astonishing fashion.

"Ah, it may be morning again, O my soul!" he cried with such tense