"Say, look at de bank!" he gasped.
"That's something to eat, Tom. And new clothes. There's twenty-four dollars in that pile, and twenty-four coming in every month, with no rent to pay."
"Don't say nuttin, pard. If dis is a dream, just let me sleep. But what's de graft? How did you get next to all dis?"
David related his day's experience. When he had ended Tom did a few steps of a vaudeville dance, then seized David's hand.
"Well, ain't dis luck! It's like God woke up. But what you goin' to do wid all de coin?"
"Oh, buy railroads and such things!"
David held on to the hand the boy had given him and took the other. "Tom," he said gravely, looking down into the boy's face, "I've got an idea neither of us is very proud of all the things he's done lately. D'you think so?"
The boy's eyes fell to the floor.
"I shouldn't care to tell you all I've done. Should you care to tell me?"
The tangled head shook.