CHAPTER XVIII
BOB SHOWS UP A SWINDLER
Bob had no great feeling of love for the miserly farmer who had so misused him, yet he did not intend to stand calmly by and see Joel Carrow done out of his money.
He had heard of this prize-package swindle while in Stampton, and he knew exactly how it was worked.
The flashily-dressed man took in Carrow at a glance, and also noted that the farmer carried a well-filled pocket-book.
He thought Carrow would prove well worth plucking, and smiled broadly.
“One package? We sell five for a dollar. You had better try it. You may win all large prizes.”
“I’ll try one first,” replied Carrow, cautiously.
The man handed out the box. One of the envelopes projected slightly beyond the rest, and this Carrow took.
“Number 37,” he said, reading from a slip. “What’s that good fer?”
“Number 37 takes this elegant ruby scarf-pin, worth eight dollars,” replied the swindler, handing over a pin that was nothing but a bit of colored glass and brass. “You’re in luck.”