“An’ this is the bill yore goin’ to rip?” Pop asked, turning it over in his hands.
“The every same bill.”
“Let’s see the handkerchief.”
Nat passed it over.
“An’ yore goin’ to put the pieces of the bill in this here cloth an’ make ’em come together again?”
“That’s just what I’m a-goin’ to do!”
Pop looked down at the bill again.
“An’ yore goin’ to rip this here bill in ten pieces, you say?”
“I am—each of equal length.”
“This bill right here, hey?”