K."
"I bet yer you overdrew _him_ yet," Sol observed.
"Me, I ain't such a big spender, Sol," Abe replied as he unfolded the
statement. "I don't even got to look at the statement, because I know we
drew just the same amount. Yes,--here it is Sol. Me, I drew six thousand
two hundred dollars, and Mawruss drew--six thousand two hundred and----.
_Well, what do you think for a sucker like that?_"
"Why, what's the matter, Abe?" Sol cried.
Abe's face had grown white and his eyes glittered with anger.
"That's a loafer for you!" he went on. "That feller actually pocketed
fifty-two dollars of my money."
"Fifty-two dollars?" Sol repeated. "What are you making such a fuss
about fifty-two dollars for?"
"With you I suppose fifty-two dollars is nothing, Sol?" Abe retorted. "I
suppose you could pick up fifty-two dollars in the streets, Sol. What?
Wait till I see that robber to-morrow. I'll fix him. Actually, I thought
that feller was above such things, Sol."
"Don't excite yourself, Abe," Sol began.
"I ain't excited, Sol," Abe replied. "I ain't a bit excited. All I
would do is I will go back to the store and draw a check for fifty-two
dollars. I wouldn't let that beat get ahead of me not for one cent, Sol.
If I would sit down with my eyes closed for five minutes, Sol, that
loafer would do me for my shirt. I must be on the job all the time, Sol,
otherwise that feller would have me on the streets yet."
For a quarter of an hour longer Abe reviled Morris, until Sol was moved
to protest.
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