"I'd like to return this to the owner," went on the stranger. "I don't want to keep anybody's money."
"'Tain't everybody would say thet," was Abner's comment. He wished he had made the find.
"I suppose not, but I believe in being honest." The stranger scratched his head. "Hang me, if I know what to do," he continued.
"What do you mean?"
"I've got to go out of town soon—train leaves in ten minutes. I don't want to take this with me. It don't seem just right."
"I see."
"Can't you find the owner—I'm sure he would pay us a reward."
"Me find the owner?" stammered the farmer.
"Yes. You might advertise. The pocketbook has got at least a hundred dollars in it. The owner ought to give you twenty-five for returning it."
"Maybe he would."