“We’re powerful poor folks, Mr. Don, an’ the ole woman she was tuk down with the fever ’n’ ager last night, an’ done shook the roof clean off’n the house; an’ Dave, he hain’t got a shoe to bless hisself with.”
“Well,” said Don, when Godfrey paused and looked at him.
“Wal, Dave, he wants me to ax ye, Mr. Don, please sar, would ye mind givin’ him five dollars this mornin’, sar, kase ye know ye promised him ten fur breakin’ that pinter pup, an’ we’re powerful poor folks, ye know.”
“Certainly I’ll give it to him,” replied Don, quickly. “He can have it at any time for the asking. I would have given it to him yesterday if I had known that he wanted it.”
“Wal, he didn’t want it yesterday, an’ he wouldn’t a wanted it to-day, only the ole woman’s got the fever ’n’ ager, an’ we’s so poor. He told me to ax ye would ye give it to me, an’ I’ll give it to him, please, sar.”
Don readily consented to this. He produced his pocket-book and handed the five dollars to Godfrey, who clutched the money and made off with it in such haste that Don looked at him in great surprise.
“What did he want of you?” asked Bert, when his brother came back to the carriage.
“He wanted some of the money I promised David for breaking that pointer,” was the reply.
“O, that reminds me,” said Bert. “How much did you give him?”
“I gave him half of it.”