"The cab will be back in a few minutes," remarked Bart. "It was a pretty
bad shaking up, but I hope you are none the worse for it. Good day,
Colonel Harrington."
Bart turned to leave. He heard the colonel spluttering.
"Hold on," ordered the magnate. "I want to give you--I want to give
you--some money," he observed.
"I can't take it, Colonel Harrington," said Bart definitely. "If I have
been of service to you I am glad, but you will remember I was in the
same danger as yourself, and quite anxious to save my own skin."
"Bosh! I mean--maybe," retorted the colonel, getting bombastic, and then
humble.
"Well, put up your money, Colonel," advised Bart. "As I say, if I have
been of service to you I am glad."
"You hold on!" ordered Colonel Harrington, as Bart again moved to leave
the spot.
The speaker poked in his wallet and brought out a strip of paper, which
Bart recognized as the one he had so menacingly waved in his face an
hour previous at the express shed.
Colonel Harrington again poked about in his pockets till he found a
pencil. With somewhat unsteady fingers he inscribed his name at the
bottom of the paper, and handed it to Bart.
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