"Your money's no good up here."
"Wh—wh—why, I thought dis money passed any whah in de Nunited States!" exclaimed the bewildered old man.
"That's all right, but you can't spend it until we run out."
"Oh! Why, bless yo' soul, suh, you skeered me. You sho' is clevah."
Turner went out and came upon his emissaries, where they had halted the singing Zach in the hallway, and were trying to get into his muddled brain that his father was there.
"Wha'sh de ol' man doin' at de 'Banner,' gittin' gay in his ol' days? Hic."
That was enough for Turner to hear. "Look a-here," he said, "don't you get flip when you meet your father. He's come a long ways to see you, and I'm damned if he shan't see you right. Remember you're stoppin' at my house as long as the old man stays, and if you make a break while he's here I'll spoil your mug for you. Bring him along, boys."
Zach had started in for a Christmas celebration, but they took him into an empty room. They sent to the drug store and bought many things. When the young man came out an hour later he was straight, but sad.
"Why, Pap," he said when he saw the old man, "I'll be—"
"Hem!" said Turner.