“’Kase I’m yer pap; that’s why,” was the satisfactory answer.
“Wal, if it hadn’t been for me ye wouldn’t a know’d nothing about them thar greenbacks,” said Dan, angrily. “I done told ye all about ’em, an’ if I aint got a right to tech ’em, I’d like to know what’s the reason why.”
“Ye’ve been a good boy, Dannie, an’ I’m goin’ to do well by ye. Ye jest see ef I don’t.”
“Ye done told me that when we got ’em ye would give me half.”
“Certinly I done told ye so, an’ I allers stand to what I say.”
“Wal, I reckon ye might as well count ’em out now as any time,” said Dan, who did not at all like his father’s tone and manner. “This fire gives a good light, an’ ye kin see by it. How much be I goin’ to get of them hundred and sixty dollars?”
“As much as ninety dollars, mebbe. I can’t jest exactly tell, ’kase I haint figured it as yet.”
“Ye might as well figure it up now, I reckon, mightn’t ye? What be ye doin’ that for?” cried Dan, when he saw his father replace the cover, and put the box back into his pocket.
“It’ll be safe thar, Dannie,” was the reply.
“But I kin take keer on my own money,” Dan almost shouted; “an’ dog-gone my buttons, I want it now. Count it out here, I tell ye.”