“Whe-e-w! Jeehosephat! Say, I’ll give you twenty-five.”
“You’re on.”
“Hey?”
“You’re on.”
“No I ain’t neither.”
“Well, get on then. I’ll take you there for the twenty-five, only I want to see the color of it before I cast off.”
“Yew just wait,” said Nick.
Then, deliberately he seated himself on a box on the pier, and, after removing one of his boots, took from the leg of it a roll of bills as big as his wrist.
“That’s where I carry it so’s the sharks won’t get onto my money,” he said confidentially, while he counted off one and two-dollar bills until he had enough to make up the sum of twenty-five dollars. “There yew be, capting. Now, how long will it take yeu tew git me down there?”
“About three-quarters of an hour.”