CHAPTER XIX.
SOME MEAN TRICKS LEFT OVER Mr.Schimmelpodt had offered that fifty dollars in a moment of undue excitement.
For two or three days afterward he wondered if he couldn't find some way out of "spending" the money that would yet let him keep his self-respect.
Finding, at last, that he could not, he wrote out the check and mailed it.

He pinned the check to a half-sheet of paper on which he wrote, "Rah mit Prescott!" A few days later Mr.Schimmelpodt turned from Main Street into the side street on which Dick's parents kept their store and their home.
"Ach! Und dere is de door vot that boy lives by," thought Mr.
Schimmelpodt, just before he passed Dick's door.

"Yen der game over was, und I saw dot boy go down---ach!" For Mr.Schimmelpodt had suited the action to the word.

Out from under him his feet shot.

But Mr.Schimmelpodt, being short and flabby of leg, with a bulky body above, came down as slowly as big bodies are supposed to move.