“It will be a long while first, you old miser. Aren’t you rich enough?”
“Can’t grumble,” said Young Jack.
“If you get plugged by a bullet or have your throat cut what good will your bullion do you?”
“That’s a problem. I might exist in the future on the memory of it!”
“Massa Jack!” exclaimed Monday, coming up breathless and panting. “How you was to-morrow?”
“To-day you mean.”
“All de same, sah.”
“How is my wife?” inquired Jack, anxiously.
“She berry well; so Massa Mole, considering all that has happen us.”
“Come right inside. Eat, drink and make merry——”