"But, can't you tell me what the trouble is?" insisted Will Dicks.
"Maybe Ralph intends to accuse Percy of obtaining it feloniously," put in Uriah Dicks, cautiously. "Speak up, boy, and let us know what's in your mind."
"I would rather not say, Mr. Dicks. I wish to look at the bill, that is all."
"Well, if you can't tell me of the trouble, I don't know as I will let you see that bill," returned Uriah, sourly.
"And what is your objection?"
"I ain't a-going to be accommodating to a boy that puts me off in the dark."
"It may save you some trouble, Mr. Dicks."
"What, me? What do you mean?" and the general storekeeper turned slightly pale.
"Just what I say! If you won't let me see the bill, I'll have to go further for my information."
"Oh, of course I ain't scared to show you this bill, Ralph," returned Uriah, hurriedly. "Say!" he burst out, excitedly. "It's a good bill, ain't it?"