"That wouldn't do at all. He would see her on the street every day."
"Well, put yourself in some old clothes and go up there. Tell him that you are mighty hard up for some raiment, and that you've got to have it. I will bet that you could get some money out of him in that way."
"The idea that that boy should earn so much money and then put it in the bank and keep me from getting it! That's what beats me," said Joe, pounding the top of the gate with his fist. "Why didn't he give it to me in the first place? Here I need new shirts and a new pair of breeches, and I hain't got no money to get them with. I tell you, that boy is going to give me some of that money."
"I tell you he can't do it," said Sam. "The funds are in the bank in Bob Nellis's name, and Bob has got to get it. You had better try Hank or Mr. Gibbons first."
"Well, I'll think about it," said Joe.
"That's all right. Now, Joe, since I have told you about this money you must give some of it to me."
"You?" ejaculated Joe.
"Yes, me. You wouldn't have known anything about it if it hadn't been for me."
"How much do you want?"
"I want half of what you get. That's nothing more than fair."