"Oh--ah! Thank you! I see you don't know me."
The man slipped down a scarf wrapped about his face, took off his spectacles, and there was--somebody, but Dave could not say who.
"Not so rough up here as down at the bar--in a schooner, say."
"O--Squire Sylvester!"
"That's it. I think I was too rough with you that day, for I found out afterward you had nothing to do with it."
"Oh, well, sir--I--"
"I just wanted to say that, and am glad you think enough of another man's property, though only two-pence, to chase after him and give it to him."
Then the tall man tramped on.
"It shows," thought Dave, "that he hasn't forgotten what happened some time ago, and I suppose he had been wanting to say what he got off to me. I don't harbour it against you, Squire Sylvester. When a man's property has been run off with, it would be a wonder if he didn't say something."
When Dave returned to the store the man at the door still stood there, looking out through the little window.