Dick glanced at his chums, who looked rather dumbfounded. Then he picked up the bills with an uneasy feeling.
"Thank you, then," young Prescott continued. "But there is one little point overlooked, Mr. Driggs. You did the canoe for us at cost, though your price to any other customer would have been thirty dollars."
"Oh, we'll let it go at that," Driggs suggested readily. "I'm coming out finely on the deal."
"We won't let it go at that, if you please, sir," Dick Prescott retorted firmly.
Dick placed a ten dollar bill on the desk, adding:
"That makes the full thirty dollars for the repairing of the canoe."
"I don't want to take it," said Driggs gruffly.
"Then we won't take any of this money for the bark," insisted
Dick, putting the rest of the money back on the table.
"If you corner me like that," muttered Driggs, "I'll have to take your ten dollars. Now put the rest of the money back in your pocket, and divide it among your crowd whenever you're ready. Wait a minute until I make out a receipt for repairing the canoe. I'll put the receipt in your name, Prescott."
Driggs wrote rapidly, then reached for another paper.