When McCree came out he walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Hello!” McCree ejaculated.
“I’m on hand,” Carter remarked.
“So I see.”
“How much did you get?”
“Not much.”
“How much?”
“One hundred bones.”
“Why didn’t you make him pay more?”
“He couldn’t produce to-day, but he will do so to-morrow.”