Any one who has ever traveled on the New York subway in rush hours can easily appreciate the following:
A little man, wedged into the middle of a car, suddenly thought of pickpockets, and quite as suddenly remembered that he had some money in his overcoat. He plunged his hand into his pocket and was somewhat shocked upon encountering the fist of a fat fellow-passenger.
"Aha!" snorted the latter. "I caught you that time!"
"Leggo!" snarled the little man. "Leggo my hand!"
"Pickpocket!" hissed the fat man.
"Scoundrel!" retorted the little one.
Just then a tall man in their vicinity glanced up from his paper.
"I'd like to get off here," he drawled, "if you fellows don't mind taking your hands out of my pocket."
