“Hello! What’s this? Looks like a hundred-bucker. Yours?” He held out the bill.
Banneker shook his head. “Your uncle left it.”
“It isn’t a habit of his,” replied the other.
“Give it to him for me, will you?”
“Certainly. Any message?”
“No.”
The newcomer grinned. “I see,” he said. “He’ll be bored when he gets this back. He isn’t a bad old bird, but he don’t savvy some things. So you turned him down, did you?”
“Yes.”
“Did he offer you a job and a chance to make your way in the world in one of his banks, beginning at ten-per?”
“No.”