"From your examination of the bill, you are positive that it was one of
those shipped to St. Louis?"
"I am not certain, of course, but as I said, it is within the series of
numbers which we sent. Why do you ask?"
"Because it is a counterfeit."
The president sank down in his chair. He had suddenly become pale, and
was trembling like a leaf.
"What will you take for that bill, young man? Name your own price," said
Mr. Norcross.
"It is not for sale, and you have not money enough to buy it," replied
Ted Strong.
CHAPTER XXI.
A CRIME WITHIN A CRIME.
"Well, friend, have you decided to come out to my ranch, and look my
stock over?"
It was Colonel Billings, the genial ranchman, who addressed Ted, meeting
him in the lobby of the hotel.
"Yes, I think I will," answered Ted. "When will it be convenient for you
to be there?"
"I am going out to-morrow, and will be glad to see you and your
friends."
"There are a good many of us," said Ted, laughing.
"The more the merrier. The house is large, and I could drop you all down
into it, and the house would hardly know it.
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