"Accept my apologies, Captain Bob," said the passenger, with a smile. "If there was a saloon near, I would invite you to take a drink with me, but—"
"Never mind. I don't drink. Here, Clip!"
"You did wrong to take this man's money, and you must return it."
At these last words Clip's countenance fell.
Bob counted the money and handed it to the stranger.
"There are twenty-five cents missing," he said. "I will make that up from my own pocket."
"Let the boy keep the money. I don't want it back."
"I cannot allow him to keep it."
Clip's face, which had brightened at the stranger's words, fell again.