Fred would have been glad to avoid him, but there was no good way of doing so. He walked forward, whistling a tune, and made a move as if to go by, nodding his head and saying:
"Halloo, Bud."
"Hold on; don't be in a hurry," said the other, "I want to see you."
"Well, what is it?" asked Fred, stopping before him.
"You want to play the thief, do you?"
"I don't know what you mean," replied Fred, a half-dozen misgivings stirring his fears.
"How about that twenty dollars I gave you to get changed?"
"I declare I forgot all about it," replied Fred, greatly relieved that it was no worse.
"Did you get it changed?"