"That's taking a good deal of trouble for nothing, you see," added Mr. Raymond, with a look of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
"That is just what I am going to do, any how," replied Leopold, firmly. "The money don't belong to me, and I intend to keep it safely till the heirs of Wallbridge appear to claim it; or at least, till I am satisfied there are no heirs. When that time comes, I shall be willing to consider the question of dividing it with Stumpy and you."
"I don't think any of it belongs to me," added Stumpy.
"I think a share of it belongs to me; but I am willing to discount my claim, you see."
"Discount it?" queried Leopold.
"I can't wait a year or two till you find out whether or not the man that buried the gold has any heirs or not."
"I am very sorry you are so impatient."
"I want the money now, when my governor is cruel to me. Besides, in two years gold may be down to par, and it won't bring anything more than its face, you see. I want to do the fair thing. Give me two hundred dollars in gold, and I will relinquish my claim: discount it, you see."
"No, Mr. Redmond; I cannot sell or discount what don't belong to me. They may do it in New York, but some of us countrymen haven't yet learned how to do that thing, you see," laughed Leopold.
"Say one hundred, then."