"That's more'n my whack. It'll have to stand good for this," and he placed his hand on the bottle.
"And mind, if I see any signs of strife brewing you'll not get away so easily next time," warned Bill, as he stuffed the dirty notes in his pocket, only too glad to get anything in payment for the damage.
He beckoned to Glen, picked up the package and went outside.
"You'll find all you want here; at least as much as I can give you."
"I'll never forget it, Bill. One of these days I may be able to do you a good turn. I'll see you are paid in full, and more."
"Never mind about that. It's something to my credit that I've faith enough in a man to believe such a dodgasted yarn as you've spun me."
"You do believe it?"
"Yes. Shake. You'll not mind me driving over? I'll not come empty-handed, and not to act the spy, but it's such a stretcher that I'd just like to see for myself."
Glen smiled as he mounted Ping, and Bill handed him the parcel.
"I can't wonder at it. I can hardly believe it myself. Come and see. You'll be welcome. You always are, but not a word to a soul."