“I demand that he be searched,” said Dick’s patron.
“I tell you I haven’t got it.”
“Shall I send for a police officer, Mr. Hatch, or will you allow yourself to be searched quietly?” said the merchant.
Alarmed at the threat implied in these words, the clerk put his hand into his vest-pocket, and drew out a two-dollar bill on the Merchants’ Bank.
“Is this your note?” asked the shopkeeper, showing it to the young man.
“It is.”
“I must have made a mistake,” faltered the clerk.
“I shall not give you a chance to make such another mistake in my employ,” said the merchant sternly. “You may go up to the desk and ask for what wages are due you. I shall have no further occasion for your services.”
“Now, youngster,” said Dick’s patron, as they went out of the store, after he had finally got the bill changed. “I must pay you something extra for your trouble. Here’s fifty cents.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Dick. “You’re very kind. Don’t you want some more bills changed?”