“It is. Maybe you had better carry it for me, Mr. Bean.”
“Not me! I ain't goin' to be responsible fer nobody's money but my own—an' Mirandy's.”
“Better see if your own money is safe.”
Josiah Bean got out his wallet and counted the bills.
“Safe enough.”
“Are you sure? I thought there was only five hundred and fifty.”
“No, six hundred.”
“I'll bet you ten dollars on it.”
“What! can't I count straight,” gasped the old farmer, much disturbed. “Six hundred I tell you,” he added, after he had gone over the amount once more.
“If there is I'll give you the ten dollars,” answered the slick one. “Let me count the bills.”