“Do you remember me?”
“Yes.”
“I have cause to remember you, my chicken. That was a mean trick you played upon me,” and he nodded his head significantly.
“I should think it was you that played the trick on me.”
“How do you make that out?” growled the tramp.
“You took my money.”
“So I did, and much good it did me.”
Carl was silent.
“You know why, don’t you?”
Carl might have denied that he knew the character of the bill which was stolen from him, but I am glad to say that it would have come from him with a very ill grace, for he was accustomed to tell the truth under all circumstances.