"Put up the money," said the broker. "I'll give my check. It can't be certified now, since the bank is closed."
"You won't stop it if you lose, eh?" Bob asked.
"No, not I."
"Very well, Mr. Allison, put up the money in the hands of any one you know."
The old man put up the money and Broker Dean put up his cheek.
"Now let's go to Doggett & Holmes' office and see what they say about it. They are the attorneys for the road and ought to know all about it," Allison said, and the whole party of about a dozen men went out and down on Broad street, where they soon climbed up three flights to the law offices of Doggett & Holmes.
Holmes was in. Doggett had left. He examined the certificate and pronounced it a forgery, saying:
"No 'Third series' has ever been issued by the company."
"Whoop!" yelled Bob, "I'll bet on my old man every time!"
The crowd roared and Dean was nettled.