“Now look yere, Mas’ Wayne! My mammy done tell me to watch out for you, ain’ she? How you ’spects I’m goin’ watch out for you if I ain’ with you? No, sir, Mas’ Wayne, if you goes, I goes, an’ that’s all there is to it, sir!”
“Well, we’ll see,” evaded Wayne. “I dare say I’ll be back by the end of the week, anyway. If I’m not, and you want to come, I’ll send you some money and you and Sam can follow.”
“You don’ have to send no money,” said Wayne. “I got me ’most fifty dollars right now. How much you got, sir?”
“Not a great deal,” owned Wayne ruefully. “I’ve had to buy so many things that I’ve been spending it about as fast as I’ve got it, June.”
“Ain’ boughten anythin’ you ain’ needed, I reckon.” June stepped down and disappeared around the side of the car and when he came back he held a tin can in his hand. He rattled it proudly. “Reckon you better take this along with you,” he said, offering it to Wayne. “Jus’ you drap it in your pocket right now, sir, so’s you won’ forget it.”
“Get out! I’m not going to take your money,” answered the other firmly. “I don’t need it, anyway. I’ve got twelve dollars, pretty near; and Mr. Farrel is going to pay my fare both ways.”
“I know that, Mas’ Wayne, but ’twon’ do for you to walk in on them ball players over to this yere place with no little ol’ picayune twelve dollars in your pocket, no, sir! You got to put on a heap o’ dog, Mas’ Wayne, ’cause if you don’t they’s goin’ to think you don’ amoun’ to nothin’ ’tall. Please, sir, you take it.”
“No,” said Wayne firmly. “I’m much obliged, June, but I don’t need it. If they give me the position I’ll have money of my own, you see.”
“Then you take half of it, Mas’ Wayne,” pleaded June.
But Wayne was adamant and June had to hide his treasure again, and after a while they went to bed, June to slumber and Wayne to lie awake until the sky began to brighten in the east. It was only when the stars paled that sleep came to him.