“’Add t’ that,’ says he, ‘the twelve ninety-three in the sock. Quick, Tumm!’ says he.
“I scribbled it out.
“‘Wait!’ says he. ‘Just a minute, Tumm, till I gets a better grip.’
“I seed ’twas growin’ quite gray in the west.
“‘Now!’ says he.
“‘Uncle Billy,’ roars I, ‘tis twenty-two seventy-six!’
“‘Send for Tom Neverbudge!’ cries he: ‘for I done it—thank God, I done it!’
“I fetched Tom Neverbudge with me own hands t’ trade that grave for the fortune o’ ol’ Bill Hulk,” Tumm proceeded, “an’ I seed for meself, as atween a party o’ the first part an’ a party o’ the second, that ’twas all aboveboard an’ ship-shape, makin’ what haste I was able, for Bill Hulk’s anchor chain showed fearful signs o’ givin’ out.
“‘Is it done?’ says he.
“‘All fast,’ says I.