Budd looked at him rather incredulously.
"If you want to apply for a place, it's no use. We've got a boy already."
"That ain't my business. I've picked up something in the street that belongs to Mr. Dalton, I'm thinkin'."
"What is it?"
"A check."
"Sam must have dropped it," thought William, instantly. "Let me see it," he said, aloud.
"I'll show it to the boss," said Tim, obstinately.
"Come on, then."
"Here is a boy, Mr. Dalton, who thinks he has found something belonging to you," said the young man.
Mr. Dalton looked up.