They were filled with coins and curios. The man ran these over eagerly.
He looked up with a face supremely satisfied.
"Not a cent," he cried heartily. "No, no—no damages. Glad to have served you."
"All right. Come on, Wildwood," said the trainer, starting for the wagon.
"One minute," interrupted the owner of the place, beckoning to Andy.
He drew out his wallet, fingered over some bank bills, selected one, and grasped Andy's hand warmly.
"You have done me a vast service," he declared. "But for you—"
"And the bear," suggested Andy, with a smile.
"All right," nodded the man, "only, the bear can't spend money. You can.
I misjudged you. Let me make it right. Take that."
He released his grasp of Andy's hand momentarily, to slap into his palm a banknote.
"Now, look here—" began Andy, modestly.