“Eighty dollars!”
I explained what Colonel Wimpleton had done, and what Major Toppleton wished to do.
“He wants you right off, this minute,” I added.
“I’m all ready.”
“When rich men quarrel, poor men ought to profit by it, if they can do so honestly,” I suggested.
“The colonel will be the maddest man this side of the north pole, when he hears of my good fortune,” said my father.
“I dare say he will, for it appears that he has only discharged you to open the way to a much better position.”
“Exactly so!” exclaimed my father, delighted with the situation. “If rich men will be fools, we cannot help it, as you say, Wolf.”
My father took the bundle of old clothes he had just brought from the mill; and we went down to the wharf, where we embarked in the skiff for the other side of the lake.
“If you could only sell the place, father, we might move over to Middleport at once,” said I, pulling with all my might at the oars.