"Take it to the bank."
"What bank?"
"Fourth National Bank."
Tim looked at Sam with respect. He must certainly occupy a responsible business position if he was trusted with such a large amount of money.
Sam, in putting back his checks, was careless enough to drop the twelve-hundred-dollar check. He hurried off, unconscious of his loss, and Tim quietly secured it. He ought to have restored it to Sam, as he easily might have done; but an idea struck him. He would instead carry it round to Mr. Dalton, and in all probability secure a reward for his honesty. This was sharp practice, and hardly consistent with friendship for Sam; but Tim was a boy not particularly scrupulous, who cared more for number one than for any friend. He went into a store near by, ascertained the number of Mr. Dalton's place of business, and hurried down there.
"Is the boss in?" he asked of William Budd, whom he first encountered.
"Yes."
"I'd like to see him."
"What for?"
"Important business," answered Tim.