Robert had no difficulty in getting his money orders cashed.
"For yourself?" said the clerk, with a smile.
"Yes."
"You're in luck."
"I've got to use most of the money," answered the boy, and left the window.
A hundred and fifty dollars was quite a sum, even for Robert to handle, and he placed the amount in the breast pocket of his coat.
The flashily-dressed man saw the youth stow the bank bills away, and his eyes glistened greedily.
He was a sharper by the name of Andy Cross, and it is doubtful if he had ever done an honest day's work in his life.
The money order he carried was one belonging to a man who had been stopping at the same boarding place at which Andy Cross had put up.