"It ought to be, if it's the one I think it is," replied the young bridge tender.
Going to his desk in the rear of the store, Uriah brought out a tin box and unlocked it. From a long, flat wallet, he drew several bills.
"There's the bill Percy Paget gave to Will," he said, as he handed over the banknote.
There was but a single oil-lamp left burning in the store, and to this Ralph walked and examined the bill. There was his banknote, true enough, with the grease spot from the sandwich in one corner.
"Well, what do you make out?" questioned Uriah, with breathless interest.
"I make out that this bill belongs to me," returned Ralph, boldly.
"To you!" exclaimed both father and son, in one voice.
"Yes, sir, to me."
"But Percy gave me this bill," said Will Dicks. "He didn't steal it from you, did he?"
"I haven't anything to say about that. But it's my bill, just the same."