“All right,” said the mill-hand, seeing that there was nothing else to be done. “How about my wages?” and he winked at me.
“How much is coming to you?”
“Eight dollars.”
“Reuben, have you the money?”
“No, sir; as I said before, I haven’t a dollar.”
Mr. Norton thought for a moment, and then got out his pocket-book.
“Here you are,” he said. “Give me a receipt. I will have to charge the amount against the estate.”
“Then I don’t want it,” said Ford. “I’m not going to rob Rube of what little is coming to him.”
“Take it, Dan,” I said. “You’ve earned it.” And I compelled him to put the money in his pocket.