"I think I know that chap's face," thought Dave, "but I really can't say who it is."
The man was disposed to talk. "Did you catch the squire?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
"Did he take the twopence?"
"Oh yes."
"Catch him not take it! The squire would hold on to a halfpenny till it cankered if he could possibly git along without spendin' it. I don't believe in worryin' yourself about sich people."
"Twopence didn't seem much, but then it wasn't mine."
"I see you don't mean to be rich?"
"I mean to be honest."
"And die poor?"