“What is it, Mr. Basswood?” questioned Frank, as he walked to the side of the buggy.
“You were right, young man, and I was a fool.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you remember about that autograph?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, I was taken in nicely.”
“Did the fellow swindle you?”
“He did. I have just been over to Riverview and there I met the banker with whom I have occasionally done business. I am out just sixty-five dollars.”
“What did the rascal do?”
“Turned my autograph into the signature on a check, and what is more, he got the banker to cash the check.”