"Now, then," said the man behind the counter, a little impatiently, for another had come up behind Sam, "where"s your ticket?"
"Here, sir," said Sam, laying it on the counter.
"Fifty cents. Pay quick, and don"t keep me waiting."
"I am very sorry, sir," Sam began, faltering, "but--"
"But what!" exclaimed the proprietor, with an ominous scowl.
"I can"t pay you now."
"Can"t pay me now!" repeated the other, angrily; "what do you mean?"
"I"ve lost my money," said Sam, feeling more and more uncomfortable.
By this time the patience of the restaurant-keeper was quite gone.
"What business had you to come in here and order an expensive breakfast when you had no money?" he demanded, furiously.
"I thought I had some money," said Sam, fervently wishing himself back at the deacon"s for the first time since his arrival in the city.
"How could you think you had some when you hadn"t any?"
"I had some last night," said Sam, eagerly; "but I slept in Mr.
Brown"s room, and he must have robbed me in the night."
"That"s a likely story!" sneered the proprietor. "What do you think of it, Mr. Jones?" he asked, turning to a customer, whom he knew by name.
Mr. Jones shrugged his shoulders.
"Too thin!" he replied, briefly.
"Of course it is," said the proprietor, angrily. "This boy"s evidently a beat."
"A what?" inquired Sam, who had not been in the city long enough to understand the meaning of the term.
"A dead beat; but you don"t play any of your games on me, young man.
I"ve cut my eye-teeth, I have. You don"t swindle me out of a fifty-cent breakfast quite so easily. Here, John, call a policeman."
"Oh, don"t call a policeman!" exclaimed Sam, terror-stricken. "It"s true, every word I"ve told you. I"m from the country. I only got to the city yesterday, and I"ve been robbed of all my money, over six dollars. I hope you"ll believe me."
"I don"t believe a word you say," said the restaurant-keeper, harshly.
"You are trying to come it over me. I dare say you"ve been round the streets half your life."
"I think you are wrong, Mr. Chucks," said another customer, who was waiting to pay his bill. "He"s got a country look about him. He don"t look like one of the regular street boys. Better let him go. I wouldn"t call a policeman."
"I ought to," grumbled the proprietor. "Fancy his impudence in ordering a fifty-cent breakfast, when he hadn"t a cent to pay his bill."
"I wouldn"t have come in, if I had known," said Sam.
"Don"t tell me," said the man, sharply, "for I don"t believe it. Do you think I can afford to give you breakfast for nothing?"
"I"ll pay you as soon as I get some money," said Sam. "Only don"t send me to prison."
"I won"t give you in charge this time, though I ought to; but I"ll give you something to settle your breakfast. Here, Peter, you waited on this young man, didn"t you?"
"Yes, sir."
"He hasn"t paid for his breakfast, and pretends he hasn"t got any money. _Bounce him!_"
If Sam was ignorant of the meaning of the word "bounce," he was soon enlightened. The waiter seized him by the collar, before he knew what was going to happen, pushed him to the door, and then, lifting his foot by a well-directed kick, landed him across the sidewalk into the street.
This proceeding was followed by derisive laughter from the other waiters who had gathered near the door, and it was echoed by two street urchins outside, who witnessed Sam"s ignominious exit from the restaurant.
Sam staggered from the force of the bouncing, and felt disgraced and humiliated to think that the waiter who had been so respectful and attentive should have inflicted upon him such an indignity, which he had no power to resent.
"I wish I was back at the deacon"s," he thought bitterly.
"How do you feel?" asked one of the boys who had witnessed Sam"s humiliation, not sympathetically, but in a tone of mockery.
"None of your business!" retorted Sam, savagely.
"He feels bad, Mickey," said the other. "He"s heard bad news, and that"s what made him in such a hurry."
Here both the boys laughed, and Sam retorted angrily, "I"ll make you feel bad, if you aint careful."
"Hear him talk, Mickey,--aint he smart?"
"I"ll make you both smart," said Sam, beginning to roll up his sleeves; for he was no coward, and the boys were only about his own size.
"He wants to bounce us, like he was bounced himself," said Pat Riley.
"How did it feel, Johnny?"
Sam gave chase, but his tormentors were better acquainted with the city than he, and he did not succeed in catching them. Finally he gave it up, and, sitting down on a convenient door-step, gave himself up to melancholy reflections.
CHAPTER XV.
ANY WAY TO MAKE A LIVING.
Boys who have a good home are apt to undervalue it. They do not realize the comfort of having their daily wants provided for without any anxiety on their part. They are apt to fancy that they would like to go out into the great world to seek their fortunes. Sometimes it may be necessary and expedient to leave the safe anchorage of home, and brave the dangers of the unknown sea; but no boy should do this without his parents" consent, nor then, without making up his mind that he will need all his courage and all his resolution to obtain success.
Sam found himself penniless in a great city, and with no way open, that he could think of, to earn money. Even the business of the boot-black, humble as it is, required a small capital to buy a brush and box of blacking. So, too, a newsboy must pay for his papers when he gets them, unless he is well known. So Sam, sitting on the door-step, felt that he was in a tight place. Where was he to get his dinner from? He did not care to repeat his operation of the morning, for it was not pleasant to be "bounced."
"I wonder if I couldn"t get a chance in a store," he thought. "That wouldn"t need any money. There seems to be a lot of stores in the city. I guess there must be a place for me somewhere."