"Hand over that money, Andy Nelson." "Not on this occasion." "It isn't yours." "Who said it was?" "It belongs to the business. If my father was here he'd make you give it up mighty quick. I represent him during his absence, don't I? Come, no fooling; I'll take charge of that cash." "You won't, Gus Talbot. The man that lost that money was my customer, and it goes back to him and no one else." Gus Talbot was the son of the owner of Talbot's Automobile Garage, at Princeville. He was a genuine chip off the old block, people said, except that he loafed while his father really worked. In respect to shrewd little business tricks, however, the son stood on a par with the father. He had just demonstrated this to Andy Nelson, and was trying his usual tactics of bluff and bluster. These did not work with Andy, however, who was the soul of honor, and the insolent scion of the Talbot family now faced his father's hired boy highly offended and decidedly angry.