“You knew that the bill was counterfeit, didn’t you?” demanded the tramp, fiercely.
“I was told so at the hotel where I offered it in payment for my bill.”
“Yet you passed it on me!”
“I didn’t pass it on you. You took it from me,” retorted Carl, with spirit.
“That makes no difference.”
“I think it does. I wouldn’t have offered it to anyone in payment of an honest bill.”
“Humph! you thought because I was poor and unfortunate you could pass it off on me!”
This seemed so grotesque that Carl found it difficult not to laugh.
“Do you know it nearly got me into trouble?” went on the tramp.
“How was that?”