Von Rittenheim reached behind him and tapped something that gave forth a sound of earthenware.
"Know what was there?"
"Come and see."
Yarebrough stepped behind the stump, upon whose top the Baron swung around so as to keep his face in view.
"Whose jug?" asked Bud.
"I know not. I thought you might know."
Bud picked it up, disclosing a silver half-dollar upon which it had been resting. He looked at it as if afraid, and then glanced sheepishly at Friedrich.
"A half a gallon," remarked the German, dryly.
The mountaineer reddened and stooped for the coin.
"Wait!" commanded von Rittenheim. "Before you touch that, I want to ask you if you would be willing that your wife should know how you ear-rned that money?"