CHAPTER XXV
NED SHOVELS SNOW
A nultitude of thoughts rushed through Ned's mind as he stood in the restaurant awaiting the arrival of the policeman for whom the cashier had sent. He could not imagine what had become of his money. He knew his pockets had no holes in them and he came to the conclusion he must have dropped it on the bed in the lodging house instead of putting it in his oversoat. But he knew he must think of something besides the lost money, as any moment the officer might appear and take him to the police station.
He looked across the street to where a man was shoveling snow from the sidewalk. Then a bright idea came to Ned. He turned to the cashier who was looking at him vindictively and asked:
"Can't I shovel your walk off and pay for my breakfast that way?"
"Humph! That's a different proposition," the cashier replied. "If you're willing to do the square thing, I guess we are, too. Only don't try
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