There was no sale for anything eatable in the smoker just then and the boy returned to the rear cars.
"You didn't notice when the gentleman across the aisle made change for you that you got flim-flamed did you?"
"That I got what?" said Uncle.
"That you got flim-flamed. Did you count your change when that young gent gave it to you? This is a money making occasion you know and the gentry are on the make."
"Of course I counted the money. Nobody gets me that way."
"I'll bet a cigar that you haven't got over seven dollars of that ten dollar bill."
"It's a go," said Uncle as he thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out a handfull of coins. He laid his hat between his knees and counted the money into it. "Six dollars, six fifty, six seventy-five, seven, seven ten, seven fifteen."
"UNCLE AND MR. MOSES WERE SOON BEHIND A CLOUD OF SMOKE."