"She changed a bill with you, didn't she?"
"Jefers-pelters! was it counterfeit?" put in Walky, drawing nearer.
"A twenty dollar bill—yes, sir," said the storekeeper.
"Did you give her a gold piece—a ten dollar gold piece—in the change?" shot in Massey, his voice shaking.
"Why—yes."
"Is this it?" and the druggist slapped a gold coin down on the counter between them.
Hopewell picked up the coin, turned it over in his hand, holding it close to his near-sighted eyes. Nothing could ever hurry Hopewell Drugg in speech.
"Why—yes," he said again. "I guess so."
"But look at the date, man!" shouted Massey. "Don't you see the date on it?"
Amazed, Drugg repeated the date aloud, reading it carefully from the coin. "Why, yes, that's the date, sir," said the storekeeper.