"No; but I'm going to find it, or some more just like it. Squire Fairfield, I can put you in the way of making twenty thousand dollars just as easy as you lost that four thousand."
"You don't say!" exclaimed the old man, his sunken eyes glowing at the suggestion.
"I can; there isn't any doubt about it."
"You don't mean to steal it—do you?"
"Steal it! You don't think I'd steal—do you? If you do, I won't say anything more about my little plan."
Another little plan!
"Well, no; I never knowed you to steal nothin'."
"Twenty thousand dollars is a good deal of money, Squire Fairfield."
"So 'tis—more 'n I ever expect to see."
"But you shall see it, and have it, if you will take hold of my little plan."