Ragged Dick | Page 6

a little, and
looked nervous. He fancied that he could browbeat a ragged boot-black,
but with a gentleman he saw that it would be a different matter. He did
not seem to notice the newcomers, but began to replace some goods on
the shelves.
Now, said the young man, "point out the clerk that has my money."
"That's him," said Dick, pointing out the clerk.
The gentleman walked up to the counter.
"I will trouble you," he said a little haughtily, "for a bill which that boy
offered you, and which you still hold in your possession."
"It was a bad bill," said the clerk, his cheek flushing, and his manner
nervous.
"It was no such thing. I require you to produce it, and let the matter be
decided."
The clerk fumbled in his vest-pocket, and drew out a bad-looking bill.
"This is a bad bill, but it is not the one I gave the boy."
"It is the one he gave me."
The young man looked doubtful.
"Boy," he said to Dick, "is this the bill you gave to be changed?"
"No, it isn't."
"You lie, you young rascal!" exclaimed the clerk, who began to find
himself in a tight place, and could not see the way out.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of all in the store, and the
proprietor walked up from the lower end, where he had been busy.
"What's all this, Mr. Hatch?" he demanded.
"That boy," said the clerk, "came in and asked change for a bad bill. I
kept the bill, and told him to clear out. Now he wants it again to pass on
somebody else."
"Show the bill."
The merchant looked at it. "Yes, that's a bad bill," he said. "There is no
doubt about that."
"But it is not the one the boy offered," said Dick's patron. "It is one of
the same denomination, but on a different bank."
"Do you remember what bank it was on?"
"It was on the Merchants' Bank of Boston."
"Are you sure of it?"
"I am."
"Perhaps the boy kept it and offered the other."
"You may search me if you want to," said Dick, indignantly.
"He doesn't look as if he was likely to have any extra bills. I suspect
that your clerk pocketed the good bill, and has substituted the
counterfeit note. It is a nice little scheme of his for making money."
"I haven't seen any bill on the Merchants' Bank," said the clerk,
doggedly.
"You had better feel in your pockets."
"This matter must be investigated," said the merchant, firmly. "If you

have the bill, produce it."
"I haven't got it," said the clerk; but he looked guilty notwithstanding.
"I demand that he be searched," said Dick's patron.
"I tell you I haven't got it."
"Shall I send for a police officer, Mr. Hatch, or will you allow yourself
to be searched quietly?" said the merchant.
Alarmed at the threat implied in these words, the clerk put his hand into
his vest-pocket, and drew out a two-dollar bill on the Merchants' Bank.
"Is this your note?" asked the shopkeeper, showing it to the young man.
"It is."
"I must have made a mistake," faltered the clerk.
"I shall not give you a chance to make such another mistake in my
employ," said the merchant sternly. "You may go up to the desk and
ask for what wages are due you. I shall have no further occasion for
your services."
"Now, youngster," said Dick's patron, as they went out of the store,
after he had finally got the bill changed. "I must pay you something
extra for your trouble. Here's fifty cents."
"Thank you, sir," said Dick. "You're very kind. Don't you want some
more bills changed?"
"Not to-day," said he with a smile. "It's too expensive."
"I'm in luck," thought our hero complacently. "I guess I'll go to
Barnum's to-night, and see the bearded lady, the eight-foot giant, the
two-foot dwarf, and the other curiosities, too numerous to mention."
Dick shouldered his box and walked up as far as the Astor House. He

took his station on the sidewalk, and began to look about him.
Just behind him were two persons,--one, a gentleman of fifty; the other,
a boy of thirteen or fourteen. They were speaking together, and Dick
had no difficulty in hearing what was said.
"I am sorry, Frank, that I can't go about, and show you some of the
sights of New York, but I shall be full of business to-day. It is your first
visit to the city, too."
"Yes, sir."
"There's a good deal worth seeing here. But I'm afraid you'll have to
wait to next time. You can go out and walk by yourself, but don't
venture too far, or you will get lost."
Frank looked