Sir. But you are evidently a clergyman, and we wish everybody to have fair treatment in this office. We won’t be imposed upon, Sir, by any man!” (Here his face darkened, and his fists could be seen to clench with much meaning.) “Pay that money, Sir! This establishment is not to be humbugged. But you needn’t be afraid of losing anything. You may let me take the watch and sell it for you again on the spot. Very likely you can get more for it. You can’t lose. The clergyman hesitated. The tall and well-dressed young man with short hair pushed up and said:
“Don’t want it? Put her up again. G—! I’d like another chance myself!”
A heavily-built fellow with one eye, observed over the auctioneer’s shoulder, with an evil look at the divine, “D—d if I don’t believe that cuss is a gambler, come in here to fool us country-folks. They allus wears white neckcloths. I say, search him and boot him out of the shop!”
“Hold your tongue!” answered the auctioneer, with dignity. “I will see you safe, Sir,” to the clergyman. But you bid that money, and you must pay it. We can’t do this business on any other principles.”
“You will sell it for me again at once?” asked the poor minister.
“Certainly,” said the mollified auctioneer. And the humbugged divine, with an indistinct sense of something wrong, but not able to tell what, took out forty dollars from his lean wallet and handed it to the clerk.
“It’s all I have to get home with,” he said, simply.
“Never fear, old gentleman,” said the clerk, affably; “You’ll be all right in two minutes.”
