"But you didn't give anything for it."
"That's neither here nor there. Take it, and offer it to the baker. If he won't take it, go to another baker with it."
"I would rather not do it," said Frank, firmly.
"Rather not!" exclaimed Mills, angrily. "Do you pretend to dictate to me?"
"No, I don't, but I don't mean to pass any counterfeit money for you or any other man," said Frank, with spirit.
Mills half rose, with a threatening gesture, but thought better of it.
"You're a fool," said he. "I suppose you are afraid of being arrested; but you have only to say that I gave it to you, and that I am blind, and couldn't tell it from good money."
"But you know that it is bad money, Mr. Mills."
"What if I do? No one can prove it. Take the money, and come back as quick as you can."
"You must excuse me," said Frank, quietly, but firmly.