“He says he is,” responded Harry, significantly, “and I hope it’s all right. We’ll wait till the conductor comes along, and ask him about the bills.”
Fifteen minutes elapsed, however, before that official made his rounds, and during that time the train stopped at two stations. At one of these Harry’s suspicions were increased by seeing that Mr. Chase got out.
At last the conductor appeared, and Harry passed him the bill.
“Is that bill good?” he asked.
The conductor held it up to the light, and shook his head.
“No,” he said; “it’s one of a quantity of counterfeits that has lately made its appearance. Where did you get it?”
“It belongs to me,” said the farmer, his honest countenance exhibiting much distress. “I took it in payment for some cowpons.”
“Who gave it to you?”
An explanation was given.
“I noticed the man,” said the conductor. “He is a well-known swindler. Have you got any more?”