“Where’d you meet him?” asked Stanley, interestedly.
Dick recounted the incident and, since he didn’t happen to look at Stanley’s countenance while doing so, was not aware of the smile that trembled about the hearer’s lips. “He’s going to pay me the rest of that money when I find him,” ended Dick resolutely. “I thought maybe you’d know who he is.”
“Well, the description isn’t very—er—whatyoucallit, Dick,” replied the other gravely. “I dare say the fellow was just having a joke with you.”
“I dare say, but he was too fresh. I felt like an awful fool when the taxi driver called me down for offering him half a dollar instead of seventy-five cents. Well, I suppose I’ll run across him pretty soon.”
“Oh, you will,” Stanley assured him almost eagerly “You’re absolutely certain to, Dick!”
“What’s the joke?”
“Joke?”
“Yes, what are you snickering about?”
“Oh, that? I—I thought I wanted to sneeze. It’s sort of dusty this evening.”