"I'm—I'm—sorry to have disappointed you, Mr. Carter," he murmured in a low tone as he moved across the room to go. "You have been mighty kind to us boys."
The door was open and he was crossing the threshold before the man at the desk spoke; then he called:
"Hold on a minute, son."
Paul turned.
"Shut that door."
Wondering, the boy obeyed.
Mr. Carter took up the greenback lying before him.
"So you've been carrying that money round with you ever since I gave it to you, have you?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's a long time; some weeks."