Mr. Hamilton wrote the note, and gave it to Stumpy. It was made payable to the order of Sarah Wormbury.
"But I don't want all this money. I don't know what to do with it," exclaimed Stumpy, embarrassed by his sudden riches.
"You shall have the rest to-morrow night," added Mr. Hamilton.
"I would rather not have it just yet."
"As you please. If I retain it, I shall pay you interest," replied the merchant.
"Interest! Hold on, now, hold on, all!" almost shouted Stumpy, turning from the bills which still lay on the counter, and looking Leopold square in the face. "I'm a hog! I'm a pig, just out of the sty!"
"What's the matter now?" demanded Mr. Hamilton, laughing heartily at the odd manner of Stumpy.
"Here I've been thinking of myself and my folks all the time! Here I've been thinking of what I should do with all this money, and never had a thought of Le, who found it, and kept it for me and my folks. I'll do the fair thing Le."
"What do you mean?" asked the merchant.
"I shall divy with Le; I shall give him at least five hundred.