I have to thawnk you fow a vewy agweeable evening, nevahtheless." He was carelessly sweeping the money into his pocket when Mitchell, his partner, checked him.
"I beg your pardon, but is that not a bad dollar ?" he said.
"Oh, no mattah--no consequence at all, I assuah you," said Wyatt liberally.

He would have pocketed the piece, but Loring, who had paid it, gave him another, and flung the slighted coin over to Mitchell.
"If you're so set on this dollar being bad," he said angrily, "I'll bet you what you dare it's not bad." "Done with you for twenty!" Mitchell covered it promptly.
Loring drew out a handful of bills.

"Here you are.

Any one else want any of this ?" he inquired captiously.
Archibald shook his head and laughed.

Wyatt screwed his monocle into his eye, regarded both sides of the coin attentively, and laid it down.
"Quite bad, I assuah you," he said.