He stood with the bad twenty
dollar bill in his hand, wondering where the warning voice had come
from. And then Frank showed how quick he could be.
"Hurry up!" he whispered to Bert and Harry. "One of you slip around
and lock the front door, and the other one lock the back. Then we'll
have this man trapped, and maybe I can make him pay back the money he
got from me. Quick!"
"I'll go to the front door!" exclaimed Harry.
"And I'll lock the back one!" said Bert.
The man, who had heard Frank's call from behind the pile of boxes,
must have known something had gone wrong with his plan to cheat.
"Never mind about the butter," he said quickly. "I guess I won't buy
any after all. Just give me back my twenty dollar bill, and I'll get
along."
"Oh, no, you won't!" exclaimed Harry, as he slipped around some
barrels. Quickly running to the front door, the country boy locked it,
and stood in front of it.
"Hurry! Give me my money back, I tell you!" cried the man to George,
who stood near the cash drawer, not knowing what to do.
"Don't you give it to him!" advised Frank, stepping out. "Lock the
back door, Bert," he called.
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