"Well, then, we're a hull team, you and I and the nigger. Yes, and a hoss to let. If we don't get Katy Allen out of that end window, I don't know what's what; but, then, what are we to do with her when that's done?"
Paul shook his head in sudden despondency.
"Oh, dear, where can we go?"
Tom folded his arms and drooped his head. Here was a difficulty which he hadn't thought of before.
All at once Paul brightened up.
"We will take her to New York. If David Rice is there he'll be very good, and so glad Jube and we did it for his sister."
"Yes," cried Tom, "That's a genuine idee. I'll hook par's yaller wagon and drive down to the sloop atween two days, they'll never think of searching aboard a sloop. But oh, golly, golly, here's a fix. It takes money to travel in that ere genteel way, and I haint got more'n a ninepence on earth."
"Money?" cried Paul, eagerly. "What you call gold with the king's head on it?"
"I don't know about gold, never saw none of that ere money. What I mean is silver with a spread-eagle on one side and a woman's head on t'other."
"I am sure that gold is money," said Paul, recovering from his first look of disappointment, "for Jube gave it to the people as we came along, and they gave him back silver like that you speak of, more pieces than the gold, oh very much."