"Well, I'll do that," responded Uriah, after some meditation.
"You'll hear from me again, soon," concluded Ralph, as he walked from the store.
"Well, he carries a high hand, I must say!" growled Uriah, as he put his money and the tin box away again. "I wonder what the trouble is?"
"I thought it was queer Percy had so big a bill," commented his son.
"Did you? Well, if you did, what did you want to change it for?"
"He bought half a dozen packages of cigarettes."
"Humph! Hardly any profit in 'em, and the bill likely to get us into trouble, William! You must be more careful!"
"Percy said I could hang up the account if I didn't want to change the bill, and you said you didn't want to trust any of the young fellows."
"No more I don't. But I ain't goin' to lose twenty dollars. I'll make that Nelson boy prove it's his, or he sha'n't tech it; no, sir!"
And with a thump of his hard and skinny fist on the counter, Uriah Dicks resumed the labor of closing up his establishment for the night.