"Good gracious, man. You must think your find is valuable. Guess again."
"Didn't he give you but five? Well, I might have known it. I don't meet with any such luck as some folks do."
"You're doing so good at guessing suppose you guess again," said Bob, smiling; and there was something in the way he spoke that made Hank open his eyes. "You began at ten dollars; now suppose you begin there and go the other way."
"Did he give you twenty dollars for it?"
"He came down a little heavier than that," said Bob.
"Did he give you forty?" said Hank.
"Well, no. He gave me more than that."
"Look here, Bob, I want to know how much that man gave you. Did he give you a hundred?"
"Yes, he gave me more than that," said Bob, paying no attention to Hank's expression of bewilderment. "Let's go into the bushes here, beside the road. No one can see us there, and I will give you the money."
Hank was so excited that he could scarcely stand still. He followed Bob into the bushes, and the latter drew out the money and handed it to him. It was all in small bills, and made a pretty tolerable-sized package. Hank took it in amazement. He ran his fingers over the bills, and when he saw the fives and tens scattered through the bundle he couldn't talk.