"Where did you get this?" he asked.
"Out on the road a piece. Don't think I stole it, do you?"
"Tell me where you got it."
"I don't know. It wasn't any town, an' I ain't acquainted 'round this way."
"Who gave it to you?"
"A man."
"Did you earn it?"
"Say, mister, what's the matter?" and now Jet began to be alarmed, for the ticket-agent looked very stern.
Instead of replying the man beckoned to an officer who was standing near by, and said, in a low tone:
"Take this boy on a charge of passing counterfeit money. I will be up to make a complaint as soon as I can get away."