"Very well; write out a receipt in full and sign it and I'll pay it."
Mr. Grimsby scanned him curiously for a minute, and then said:
"If you're in earnest come over to my office."
Bud got up and followed him into his little dingy office, where he kept a record of his humble livery business, and after considerable fumbling with his oil-lamp, found pen and paper and the receipt was written and signed.
While he was thus employed Bud Heyland had counted one hundred dollars in ten-dollar bills, which he passed over to Mr. Grimsby, who, as was his custom, counted them over several times.
As he did so he noticed that they were crisp, new bills, and looked as if they were in circulation for the first time.
He carefully folded them up and put them away in his wallet with a grim smile, such as is apt to be shown by a man of that character when he thinks he has got the better of a friend in a bargain or trade.
And as Bud Heyland walked out he smiled, too, in a very meaning way.