“Here I am, Mr. Savage,” spoke Dan, sliding down from the pile of hay.
“What in th’ name a’ Tunket be ye doin’ thar?”
“I did not want to disturb you by coming into the house, so I slept out here.”
“Thought ye’d git a longer chance t’ lay abed, I s’pose. Did ye git th’ dollar an’ a half?”
Mr. Savage thought more of the money than he did of the condition of his sister, as was evidenced by his question.
“No, I didn’t get it,” answered Dan.
“Ye don’t mean t’ say ye lost it? Lost a dollar an’ a half! If ye have—”
“They wouldn’t give it to me. She did not need the medicine, as she was better.”
“Didn’t want th’ medicine, after I bought it fer her? Why, good land a’ Tunket: She has t’ take it!”
“She said it came too late.”