No allusion had ever been made to the episode of the counterfeit money by either his employer or himself, and it was not till months afterward that the subject was brought up by Mr.Richard Larrabee, who sauntered into the bank one morning.

Finding no one there but John, he leaned over the counter on his elbows, and, twisting one leg about the other in a restful attitude, proceeded to open up a conversation upon various topics of interest to his mind.

Dick was Mr.
Harum's confidential henchman and factotum, although not regularly so employed.

His chief object in life was apparently to get as much amusement as possible out of that experience, and he was quite unhampered by over-nice notions of delicacy or bashfulness.

But, withal, Mr.Larrabee was a very honest and loyal person, strong in his likes and dislikes, devoted to David, for whom he had the greatest admiration, and he had taken a fancy to our friend, stoutly maintaining that he "wa'n't no more stuck-up 'n you be," only, as he remarked to Bill Perkins, "he hain't had the advantigis of your bringin' up." After some preliminary talk--"Say," he said to John, "got stuck with any more countyfit money lately ?" John's face reddened a little and Dick laughed.
"The old man told me about it," he said.