“Quit your jawing,” he said commandingly. “You can keep your old trash yourself. A compass! Don’t make me angry, d’you hear? And hand over the money!”

“But I haven’t any. I never get money. I can’t help it.”

“Very well, then, you’ll bring me the two marks in the morning. I shall wait for you in the market after school. That’s all. If you don’t bring any money, look out!”

“Yes; but where shall I get it, then? Good Lord! if I haven’t any⁠—”

“There’s enough money in your house. That’s your business. Tomorrow after school, then. And I tell you: If you don’t bring it⁠—”

His eyes darted a terrible look at me, he spat again and vanished like a shadow.