He needs
one, but I suppose seventeen dollars will come rather hard on him
to pay. If it was Luke Harrison, it wouldn't trouble him much."
"You mean he would get it on tick."
"Yes, if he found anybody fool enough to trust him. I've done it
as long as I'm going to. He won't get a dollar more credit out of
me till he pays his bill."
"You're perfectly right, there."
"So I think. He earns a good deal more than Walton, but spends what
he earns on billiards, drinks and cigars."
"There he comes up the stairs, now."
In fact, Luke with his two companions directly afterwards entered
the shop.
"Merrill," said he, "have you got in any new goods? I must have a
new pair of pants."
"Yes, I've got some new goods. There's a piece open before you."
"It's a pretty thing, Merrill," said Luke, struck by it; "what's
your price for a pair off of it?"
"Ten dollars."
"Isn't that rather steep?"
"No; the cloth is superior quality."
"Well, darn the expense. I like it, and must have it. Just measure
me, will you?"
"Are you ready to pay the account I have against you?"
"How much is it?"
The tailor referred to his books.
"Thirty-two dollars and fifty cents," he answered.
"All right, Merrill. Wait till the pants are done, and I'll pay
the whole at once."
"Ain't my credit good?" blustered Luke.
"You can make it good," said the tailor, significantly.
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