Randolph Anderson had a large contempt for money used otherwise than for its material ends.

A dollar never meant anything to him except its equivalent in the filling of a need.

Generosity and the impulse of giving were in his blood, yet it had gone hard several times with people who had tried to overreach him even to a trifling extent.

But now he submitted without a word to losing ten dollars through cashing Arthur Carroll's worthless check.

He himself was rather bewildered at his tame submission.