Meantime, as may readily be imagined, the tramp had been busily scanning him. Now the appearance of Hercules was very deceptive. He was not a man of large, powerful frame—indeed he did not look as strong as the tramp; but his sinews were of iron and his muscles were immense, but these were concealed by his clothing. Only in the ring, when he performed his feats of strength, were they displayed to advantage. The tramp was not a classical scholar, or the name Hercules might have told him something. As it were he really thought himself the more powerful man of the two, and it came into his mind that he might as well enlarge his schemes of plunder and force this new acquaintance to pay tribute as well as the boy whom he was besieging. "You call me a thief and a scoundrel, do you?" he said, flaming up in fierce wrath. "Yes, I do," returned Hercules, eying him coolly. "How dare you do it?" "Why shouldn't I?" said Hercules, contemptuously. "Didn't you mean to rob this boy if I hadn't come along?" "I will do it yet, but I have business with you first." "What kind of business?" "Empty your pockets, and don't be long about it," said the tramp, approaching Hercules menacingly. It had never occurred to Robert that the tramp would attempt anything so absurd as to attack the professional champion, whose name was famous for strength, and when he saw that such was his intention he laughed aloud in amazement. "Don't crow, young rooster!" cried the tramp, angrily. "I'll tackle your friend first; your turn will come by and by." "Oh, you want to have a tussle with me, do you?" said Hercules, eying the other with a smile of amusement. "Yes, I'll finish you up in short order," said the tramp, boastfully. "Don't be afraid, Hercules!" cried Robert, with a laugh. "I'll try not to. So you want me to hand over my money, do you?" he said. "Yes; and you'd better be quick about it, too," growled the tramp. "Suppose I don't?" "Then I'll whip you till you can't stand." "This is better than any circus I ever attended," said Robert, delighted. "He'll think it's a circus before he gets through," said Hercules, significantly. "Well, my ill-looking friend, I must inform you in the outset that you are taking a good deal of trouble for a very little. My stock of money is very low." "I don't care; you can hand over what you've got." "Or fight for it?" "Yes," growled the tramp. "I think I'll fight—a little friendly encounter. It's the custom to shake hands first; will you do it?" The tramp extended his hand, which Hercules at once grasped with such an iron pressure that the tramp fairly danced and howled with pain, while the veins swelled upon his forehead. "Let go!" he yelled. Hercules released his hand with a laugh. "It's only a small lesson, my friend. Do you want my money now?" "Who are you?" asked the tramp, with the addition of an oath. "I am Hercules, the strong man. You made a mistake when you tackled me." "I'm off, then," said the tramp.