Part 3 (2/2)

”I'll go and call him,” said d.i.c.k.

He went out, and found his late customer standing on the Astor House steps.

”Well, youngster, have you brought back my change? You were a precious long time about it. I began to think you had cleared out with the money.”

”That aint my style,” said d.i.c.k, proudly.

”Then where's the change?”

”I haven't got it.”

”Where's the bill then?”

”I haven't got that either.”

”You young rascal!”

”Hold on a minute, mister,” said d.i.c.k, ”and I'll tell you all about it. The man what took the bill said it wasn't good, and kept it.”

”The bill was perfectly good. So he kept it, did he? I'll go with you to the store, and see whether he won't give it back to me.”

d.i.c.k led the way, and the gentleman followed him into the store.

At the reappearance of d.i.c.k in such company, the clerk flushed a little, and looked nervous. He fancied that he could browbeat a ragged boot-black, but with a gentleman he saw that it would be a different matter. He did not seem to notice the newcomers, but began to replace some goods on the shelves.

”Now,” said the young man, ”point out the clerk that has my money.”

”That's him,” said d.i.c.k, pointing out the clerk.

The gentleman walked up to the counter.

”I will trouble you,” he said a little haughtily, ”for a bill which that boy offered you, and which you still hold in your possession.”

”It was a bad bill,” said the clerk, his cheek flus.h.i.+ng, and his manner nervous.

”It was no such thing. I require you to produce it, and let the matter be decided.”

The clerk fumbled in his vest-pocket, and drew out a bad-looking bill.

”This is a bad bill, but it is not the one I gave the boy.”

”It is the one he gave me.”

The young man looked doubtful.

”Boy,” he said to d.i.c.k, ”is this the bill you gave to be changed?”

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