The old man's eyes brightened again, as he asked how it was to be done.
"I find I'm going to be a little short fitting out. I'm going to take out some notions to sell that will pay me five dollars for one; but I haven't got the money to do it," continued Dock.
The old man's chin dropped, and he looked sad and sorrowful.
"I want ten thousand dollars more than I've got. I shall make forty thousand out of the venture, and I can afford to pay a heavy interest. I will give you ten thousand for the use of ten thousand."
"I hain't got no sech money," protested the miser.
"But you can raise it."
"I ain't sure of ever gittin' on't back."
"Yes, you are. You will lend me ten thousand dollars, and then take twenty thousand out of my fifty when Watson pays it over to you."
"Perhaps he never'll pay it over to me."
"You may be sure he will. If he don't, he never will see his daughter again. He will be glad of the chance to pay it. But if he don't, you know, you shall have my note, and I will pay it as soon as I've turned my notions."