"Ninepence, please." Then, seeing the look of blank dismay on Bob's face, he added, "Been had ?" Bob's cheeks were white, and his hand shaking, as he dived in his pocket for the other two florins,--the only money he possessed in the world.

He saw himself tricked, cheated out of a day's pleasure, made to look small in everyone's eyes.
He turned out the two other florins upon the counter, and at the first ring of them on the wood he knew the truth, and his passion blazed out fiercely against the man who had fooled him under cover of the darkness.
"I'll have the law of him!" he stammered, almost speechless with anger.

"I know where he is, or pretty near, and I'll set the p'lice on him, I will.

Why--why--I might have been had up myself for trying to pass bad money! Oh I'll make him sorry he ever tried his games on me, I will!" Back through the waiting crowd Bob elbowed his way, in search of a policeman.

His disappointment about the football match was swallowed up in his longing for revenge.
"Look here, bobby," he said, going up to the constable who was standing on the platform to see the crowd off peacefully.