Jed, sprawled upon the heap of lumber, stretched his arm as far as it would go. "Hum," he drawled, "I can't quite make it, Sam. . . . There's a place where she narrows way down here and I can't get my fingers through it."
"Is that so? Then we'd better give up lookin' for the band, I cal'late. Didn't amount to anything, anyhow. Tell me more about what you did when you found the money. You must have been surprised."
"Eh? . . . Land sakes, I was. I don't know's I ever was so surprised in my life. Thinks I, 'Here's Sam's money that's missin' from the bank.' Yes, sir, and 'twas, too."
"Well, I'm much obliged to you, Jed, I surely am. And when you found it— Let's see, you found it this mornin', of course?"
"Eh? Why—why, how—what makes you think I found it this mornin'?"
"Oh, because you must have. 'Cause if you'd found it yesterday or the day before you'd have told me right off."
"Yes—oh, yes, that's so. Yes, I found it this mornin'."
"Hadn't you thought to hunt for it afore?"
"Eh? . . . Land sakes, yes . . . yes, I'd hunted lots of times, but I hadn't found it."
"Hadn't thought to look in that place, eh?"