"How?"
"Didn't you say you had more money than I?"
"I think I have."
"Hear him talk!" said Phil, with a glance of derision.
By this time the young boatman's grit was up, if I may use the expression, and he resolved to surprise and mortify his young adversary.
"If you are not afraid to test it," he said, "I will leave it to the young lady to decide. Let her count the money in your pocketbook, and I will then give her my wallet for the same purpose."
"Done!" said Phil promptly.
Marion, wondering a little at Grit's confidence, took her cousin's pocketbook, and counted the contents.
"Well, Marion, how much is there?" said Phil exultingly.
"Seventeen dollars and thirty-seven cents," was the announcement of the fair umpire.