"Riding makes a fellow feel hungry," he ex plained to the proprietor of the eating house, who hovered near.
"Yes, sah, so it does. Going to stay in town, sah?"
"I don't know yet. I'm just looking around."
"Yes, sah, certainly. If you stay, I'll be pleased to furnish meals regularly, sah."
"I'll remember that."
Having disposed of the meal and also an extra cup of coffee, Dan Baxter called for a cigar and lit it. Then he hauled out the twenty-dollar bill. As he did so, he gave a slight start. He had handled a good deal of money in his time, and the bank bill looked just a bit peculiar to him.
"What if it isn't good?" he asked himself.
"Forty-five cents, please," said the restaurant keeper. His usual price for such a meal was thirty cents, but he thought Baxter could stand the raise.
"Sorry I haven't a smaller bill," answered the bully coolly. "I ought to have asked the bank cashier to give me smaller bills."
"I reckon I can change it, sah," said the restaurant man, thinking only of the extra fifteen cents he was to receive.
"Take out half a dollar and have a cigar on me," continued Baxter magnanimously.
