He longed to get rid of Vincent, in order to have an opportunity of counting his roll of bills.
CHAPTER XIII.
GRAHAM'S DISAPPOINTMENT.
Milton Graham, on reaching a place where he could do so unobserved, drew from his pocket the roll of bills, with a smile of exultation. But the smile faded, and was succeeded by a look of dismay, when he recognized the worthlessness of his booty. An oath rose to his lips, and he thrust the roll back into his pocket, as he noticed the approach of a passenger.
"It's a cursed imposition!" he muttered to himself, and he really felt that he had been wronged by Mr. Waterbury.
"What are you doing out here, Graham?" asked Vincent, for it was his confederate who approached.
"Nothing in particular. Why?" responded Graham.
"What makes you look so glum?"
"Do I look glum?"