"It pays in the long run," replied Mr. Donovan, vainly endeavoring to count the bills.
"Well, this 'ere little fortune is yours if you promise to abide by th' conditions."
"That I keeps my mouth shut."
"An' not open it even to th' Mrs."
Mr. Donovan permitted a doubt to wrinkle his brow. "That'll be a tough proposition."
"Put th' money in th' bank and say nothin' till you hear from me," advised the captain.
"That's a go."
"Then I give you these five nice ones with th' regards o' th' commodore." The captain stripped each bill and slowly laid it down on the table for the fear that by some curious circumstance there might be six.
"One hundred? Capt'n, I'm a—" Mr. Donovan emptied his glass with a few swift gulps and banged the table. "Two more."
The landlord lowered his paper wearily (would they never let him alone?) and stepped behind the bar. At the same time Mr. Donovan folded the bills and stowed them away.