Seeing this action, Gabe Flecker started to tear up the receipt he had written. But, like a flash, Frank drew it from his grasp.
“Hi! give that back!” roared the swindler.
“Not just yet, Mr. Flecker.”
“If you don’t give it back I’ll make it hot for you.”
“You are sure you are right, young man?” questioned the planter, sharply.
“I am.”
“Then the best thing we can do is to have this fellow held for the police.”
“Exactly.”
“Will you be a witness against him? I personally cannot prove that he is not what he pretends to be.”
“Of course, I’ll be a witness against him. I am well acquainted with a gentleman—an ex-mayor of a New Jersey town—who was swindled out of sixty-five dollars by this fellow. He got my friend’s autograph, and then used the autograph on a check.”