“Goin’ a-travelin’?” asked Joel, with a grin.
“Not this morning.”
“I wish I had a hundred dollars!” continued Joel, surveying Harry sharply. “I’d make a journey out West. Say, Harry, did you ever have a hundred dollars in your pocket?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you’ve got it now?”
“Where should I get it?” demanded Harry.
“I do’no. Jest empty your pockets, and le’me see how much you’ve got.”
“Thank you; I don’t see any use in it,” said Harry.
“You dassent!”
“Very well! Call it that.”