"You don't think so!"
"Yes, I do; I'm going to fix that nigger, and I'll bet Levi won't have his wool to hold on to much longer."
"But I don't understand nothin' about this business, Cap'n Vincent," said the old man, doubtfully.
"I don't want you to understand anything about it. It's all right as it is. When the money comes, you hold on to it."
"Ain't you go'n' off to Australia?"
"Of course I am."
"Then how you go'n' to git the money?"
"Leave all that to me," replied Dock, impatiently. "If you don't know anything, you'll keep out of trouble. You will make your twenty thousand dollars out of it, and that ought to satisfy you. Now, Squire Fairfield, there's only just one thing more to be done."
"What's that?"
"I'll give you a chance to make another ten thousand, if you like."