"That ain't what I'm thinking about just now," replied the ferryman. "I want Joe to earn them hundred and twenty dollars; see the p'int?"
"Not all of it?" exclaimed Dan.
"Yes, every cent."
"Can't I make him go pardners with me?"
"No, you can't. I want Joe to have the handling of it all."
"Then you won't never see none of it; you can bet high on that."
"Yes, I reckon I'll see the whole of it. You and Joe ain't twenty-one year old yet, and the law gives me the right to take every cent you make."
For a moment Dan stood speechless with rage and astonishment; but quickly recovering the use of his tongue, he squared himself for a fight, and demanded furiously:
"And is that the reason you never give me a red for breaking my back with that ferry? Whoop! hold me on the ground, somebody!"