The two partners, as they now called themselves, slept soundly that night and did not get up until late. Their hotel bill paid, they found themselves eight dollars and a half ahead.
“We’ll have to open a bank account soon,” laughed Carl. “We’ll be waylaid for our wealth.”
“Wait awhile, my boy, wait awhile,” sang out Leo. “But tell me, how do we get over to Point Snoker?”
Mr. Cook was appealed to, and told them to take the road to the river.
“You’ll come to Jack Hazlett’s landing, and he’ll ferry you across in his sloop. We haven’t got any regular ferry on the river closer than the town of Perryskill.”
A colored man suggested that they let him wheel their baggage in his barrow for a quarter, and they accepted the offer, and the start was made immediately after breakfast.
On the way Carl had considerable fun with the colored man. He played a number of clever tricks on that individual, and when the river was reached conjured a quarter from his coat-sleeve, and pretended to wring the money from the old fellow’s nose.
“Here’s your quarter, uncle.”
“Fo’ de law’s sake, chile!” cried the darkey, and his eyes rolled around in intense surprise.
“Easy way to get the money, uncle.”