"You are in the boat, and I am on the land. If you don't take the money, I will push the boat off, and she will carry you away—I don't know where."
"Don't do that."
"Will you take the money?"
"Yes, I will," answered Kate, who was more afraid of the boat than she would have been of a demon.
"Take it, then," said Fanny, handing her the little roll of bills she had taken from the package for this purpose. "There is twenty-one dollars."
Kate took the money, and thrust it into her pocket.
"Now we are both just the same. You have taken some of the money, and you are just as bad as I am. You can't back out now, if you want to do so."
This was only an expedient on the part of the resolute mistress of the expedition to prevent her companion from deserting her, rather than to insure an equal division of the punishment for stealing.
"What shall we do now?" asked Kate, as she landed from the boat, which Fanny held with the boat-hook.
"We will go up to the railroad station, and take the train for New York city."