“Of course it will. How long are you going to stay down to Manchester?”
“I didn’t ask him about that; probably not more’n three or four days.”
“But you have got to live while you are looking for the papers. Have you got any thing cooked, S’manthy?”
“That’s taken care of, for Nat is going to support us. He has as much as ten dollars that he is going—”
“Where did he get ten dollars? It looks to me as though that boy has been stealing.”
“Couldn’t old man Nickerson have given him that sum while he was alive? That boy has come honestly by his money, and, look here, pap, don’t you fool yourself. If Nat has got ten dollars he has got twenty dollars; and don’t you forget it.”
“Do you reckon that old man Nickerson gave him all that money?” said Mr. Graves, who was profoundly astonished at Nat’s wealth.
“I don’t know where else he could have got it. Now I want some clothes to take with me and my gun. What be you going to do, pap, when we find that money?”
“You have got to find the papers first.”
“Now just listen at you,” said Peleg, with evident disgust. “There ain’t no papers there. When we find the place where the thing is hidden, it will be money, and nothing else. Nat ain’t got no papers. You hear me?”