“I don’t know,” said Wallace. “You must decide. There is considerable risk. I can’t judge.”
“I have not got any ten cents,” said Phonny—“only a quarter of a dollar.”
“Oh, I can pay,” said Wallace, “and then you can pay me some other time.”
“Well,” said Phonny, “I believe I will take him.”
“You must lend me the trap,” said Phonny, again addressing Espy,—“to carry the squirrel home in, and I will bring it back here some day.”
“Well,” said Espy.
So Wallace took a ten cent piece from his pocket, and gave it to Espy, and then he and Phonny rode away.
“Now,” said Phonny, “we must go ahead.”
They rode on rapidly for some time. At length, on ascending a hill, they were obliged to slacken their pace a little.