“But how about day after to-morrow?” says I.
“We got t-ten dollars toward that, hain’t we?”
“Looks so,” says I.
“And we’ll git the rest,” says he.
“I hain’t makin’ any bets,” says I, and he grinned.
“How’d you git that money?” says Silas Doolittle.
“Slabs,” says Mark.
“What slabs?”
“Down in the yard. The ones you been l-l-lettin’ the flood carry off.”
“You got money for ’em?”