"The large one?"
"Yes."
"That is my savings-bank."
They quickened their steps till they reached the stately monarch of the forest. Ben quickly thrust his hand into the cavity and drew out the precious parcel which he had committed to it during the night. It was precisely as he had placed it there. No one had touched it.
"Now," said Ben, "I will give you ninety-five dollars. That is the amount of which I picked your pocket last night."
"You are a pickpocket of the right sort," said his companion. "You took my money in order to save it."
Their money recovered, they started on their day's march, and nightfall found them twenty miles nearer their destination.