"I wonder if I could borrow fifty cents of Dick Rafferty," considered Frank. "I'll try, at any rate."
He ran across Dick in City-Hall Park. That young gentleman was engaged in pitching pennies with a brother professional.
"I say, Dick, I want to speak to you a minute," said Frank.
"All right! Go ahead!"
"I've lost my place."
Dick whistled.
"Got sacked, have you?" he asked.
"Yes; but I might have stayed."
"Why didn't you?"
"Mills wanted me to pass a counterfeit note, and I wouldn't."