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He was advanced by learning how the book was kept, but the grand difficulty remained to be solved; how to get a look at it without Stiffy's knowledge. Here fortune unexpectedly favoured him. When he was not adding up his columns, Stiffy was for ever taking stock. By rights, he should have been the chief clerk of a great city emporium.
Anyhow, he determined to find out. "A good balance?" he asked carelessly. "I mean for an Indian," returned Stiffy quickly. "Nothing to speak of." Joe was unconvinced. He bided his time. The talk drifted on to other matters. Joe sat thrashing his brain for an expedient whereby he might get a sight of Musq'oosis's account on Stiffy's ledger.
Joe darted on moccasined feet to Stiffy's little sanctum, and with swift fingers turned up M in the index. "Musq'oosis; page 452." Silently opening the big book, he thumbed the pages. The noises from upstairs kept him exactly informed of what Stiffy was doing. Joe found the place, and there, in Stiffy's neat copper plate, was spread out all that he wished to know.
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