"What?" demanded Sam, in pretended astonishment.
"I say, I think he started this kick-up."
"What kick-up?"
"The one with the bear, of course."
"Why, my brothers helped to catch the beast."
"I know that; but one of 'em started it. What do you want?"
"Want to pay our bill. How much is it?"
"Going to leave?"
"Yes."
"Think you had better, eh?"
"We only hired our room until this noon." Sam drew himself up. "If you want your pay you be civil."
"Yes, but—" The clerk broke off short. "Six dollars, please."
"All right, there you are," and Sam shoved the bills over. "Now don't say we created a muss or I'll report you to the proprietor."
"Yes, but see here—"
"I've not got my glasses just now. Good-by, and—"
"That man hasn't got his monkeys yet, and—"
"What's that to you? Are you afraid the proprietor will put one of 'em in here in your place?" And before the clerk could say another
