"I came down to the post-office, yes, for that is where they cash money orders."
"Well, I haven't your money order, and that is all there is to it. Let go of my arm."
For Charles Shotmore had clutched the sharper while they were conversing.
At that moment Robert came out of the drug store. On catching sight of Cross in the grasp of another, he paused in wonder.
"Something is wrong," he thought, and drew closer to the pair.
"I am of the opinion that you have the money order," said Charles Shotmore. "If you are an honest man you will not object to being searched."
"But I do object!" burst out Andy Cross, fiercely, and tried to wrench himself loose. He had almost succeeded when Robert came to Charles Shotmore's assistance.
"I'll help you hold him, sir," he said quietly, but firmly.
"Let go, boy!" fumed the sharper. "Let go, or it will be the worse for you!"