The man with the black moustache smiled broadly, showing an even row of white teeth.
"Cash down," he replied. "Gold, silver or greenbacks as you prefer. Every dollar in your hands before an axe touches the tree."
Grandpa Walker inserted the stem of his pipe between his teeth, and again lapsed into a contemplative mood. After a moment he broke the silence by asking:
"Got the flag, hev ye?"
"Yes; we have the flag."
"Might I be so bold as to ask what the flag cost?"
"It was given to the school."
"Air ye tellin' who give it?"
"Why, there's no secret about it. Colonel Butler gave the flag."
"Dick Butler?"