He took the money from the box,—it was all paper money,—and counted it carefully out into Old Simon's trembling hand. There were just thirty-two dollars.
"Is that all?" said Craft, folding the bills and putting them into an inside pocket as he spoke.
"Yes, that's all."
"You haven't got any more hidden around the house anywhere, have you?
Don't lie to me, now!"
"Oh, no! I've given you ev'ry cent I had, ev'ry single cent."
"Well, then, get your hat and come along."
"Wh—what?" Ralph was staring at the man in astonishment. He thought he had just bought his freedom, and that he need not go.
"Get your hat and come along, I say; and be quick about it? I can't wait here all day."
"Where—where to?"
"Why, home with me, of course. Where would I take you?"