"Oh, no," laughed Silence, "that won't do. I can't accept your check. I want to see the money."
"Mebbe yeou think the check ain't no good? Didn't yeou come into the bank and see me deposit the money?"
"Yes, I saw it. But you're aware, I presume, that the law would not enforce the payment of that check in case you lost your wager and I attempted to collect. You might stop payment at the bank, and I could whistle for my money."
"Yeou don't think I'd do anything like that, do ye?"
"I don't propose to take any chances, Mr. Gallup," said the man, as he glanced at his watch. "There are now exactly ten minutes before the bank closes. If you're earnest we'll accompany you to the bank, and you can draw your money."
"Mebbe they won't have ten thousand on hand to pay a check of that bigness."
"Then you can exchange your own check for a bank check. If you do that, you can't stop payment on the bank's check in case you lose. Let's have all these little matters properly arranged in advance. Will you do that, or are you going to squeal?"
"I never squealed in my life!" repeated Ephraim, with a snarl. "Come on—come on to the bank! We'll fix it!"