“You don’t say so! Well, he was a lucky chap.”
“I don’t think so. He didn’t get much for his bravery.”
“I don’t see how you can say that. How much money did he get?”
“Twenty-five dollars, and of that he gave ten to the woman whose tablecloth he borrowed.”
“There’s some mistake about that. There must have been forty or fifty bills put into his hands.”
“Is this true?” ejaculated Fox, in amazement.
“Just as true as I’m standing here. If there wasn’t two or three hundred dollars I’ll eat my head.”
“The artful young rascal!” exclaimed Fox, in virtuous indignation.
“Perhaps he thought you would take it from him. The boy was smart,” said Pearson, laughing.
“You call it smart! I call it base and treacherous!”