"Yes."
"And now you want to settle up?"
"Yes," replied Ralph, for a third time.
"I hope you ain't a-goin' to quit tradin' with me!" cried Uriah, in some alarm.
"We are, Mr. Dicks. What can you expect, after the way you have treated me?"
"I—I couldn't help votin' in the committee with the squire and Ben Hooker," returned the storekeeper, lamely. "They said it was a clear case against you."
"And therefore you wouldn't give me a chance to clear myself," said Ralph, bitterly. "How much is the bill?"
"Three dollars and nineteen cents. I'll call it three dollars if you'll keep on buying here," went on Uriah, desperately.
It made his heart fairly ache to see trade going to one of the rival stores.
"I prefer to settle in full," rejoined the boy, coolly. "Take the three dollars and nineteen cents out of this five-dollar bill."