Dan came a step nearer to the fence, but his actions indicated that he had no desire to shake hands with his father. On the contrary, he kept safely out of his reach.
“No, I’ll never fool ye no more,” said he, “honor bright. An’ will ye promise, honor bright, to give me the money, all of it, when I tell ye whar I got it?”
“In course I will.”
“Say honor bright.”
His father said it, placing his hand in his pocket at the same time to show that he was ready to keep his word, and Dan continued:
“Silas Jones give it to me. I made five dollars outen him choppin’ wood.”
“That’s the way to get rich, my boy,” said Godfrey. “Allers do sich little chores when ye can get ’em to do, an’ hold fast to the money, an’ some day ye’ll be wuth yer thousands.”
“Now hand it out here,” said Dan.
“Yes, I’ll hand it out, but not now. I must fust ax Silas about it. I’ll have business down to the landin’ some time to-day, I reckon, an’ arter I ax Silas, I’ll give ye the money.”
“He owes me ten dollars more,” cried Dan, greatly alarmed, and hoping that his father would catch at the bait thus thrown out.