at ease, notwithstanding his superiority in physical strength. He
was rather disposed to think that George Melville had a pistol, for
he could not understand how otherwise he should dare to confront a
man of twice his size and strength.

"I don't care for the spoons," he said, "but I will take the money."

"No, you will return the money," said Melville, calmly.

"Who will make me?" demanded the tramp, defiantly.

"I will."

"We'll see about that!" said the tramp, desperately, and he sprang
towards Melville, who had in the meantime entered the house and
stood only six feet distant.

"Stay where you are!" exclaimed Melville, resolutely, and he drew a
pistol, which he leveled at his formidable antagonist.

"That settles it, stranger!" said the tramp, "You've got the
advantage of me this time. Just wait till we meet again."

"I am willing to wait for some time," said Melville, shrugging his
shoulders. "I have no desire to cultivate your acquaintance, my
friend."

"There are the spoons!" said the tramp, throwing them down on the
table.