"Are you sure of that?" asked Dean, his face lighting up, for he had made the discovery he desired.
"Yes, I am sure of it. I have seen the button plenty of times. Besides, you know B stands for Bates."
"It also stands for Bunting," answered Dean. "How do I know but it was lost by Sam Bunting?"
Sam Bunting was a poor, ragged, half-witted fellow, who was the good-natured butt of the village people.
"There's nothing to joke about, Dean Dunham," said Brandon angrily. "I tell you the sleeve button belongs to my father. Give it to me right away!"
"Hold on a minute! Don't be so impatient. Has your father mentioned losing a sleeve button?"
"No," Brandon was compelled to admit.
"Then you may be mistaken."
"I know I can't be mistaken. Haven't I seen the sleeve button plenty of times?"
"Very likely, but it may belong to some one else, after all."