"That man tried to pass a bad
twenty dollar bill on your boy," went on Harry.
"He did, eh?" cried Mr. Mack. "Well, I'll see about that!"
"You let me go!" exclaimed the strange man. "I haven't done anything.
I wanted some butter, but I changed my mind. There isn't anything
wrong in that. Give me my twenty dollar bill and I'll go!"
"Oh, no, you'll not--not until you explain," said Mr. Mack, and he
caught the man by the arm. Then the man tried to break away.
"Here, help me hold him!" Mr. Mack called to some of his friends who
had come in with him. "We'll see what this is all about. Who can
explain?" he asked, looking at Bert, Harry and Frank, in turn.
"He can," said Bert, pointing to the former circus boy.
At this the stranger took a good look at Frank, and he seemed much
worried.
"I see you know me," said Frank with a smile.
The man muttered something to himself.
In a few words Frank told how he had been cheated by the old twenty
dollar Confederate bill the man had passed on him some time ago, in
the lumber office.
"And when I saw that man, to-day, for the first time since, hiding
around your store," went on Frank to Mr.
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