“I suppose you’re ready to pay for the pair you’ve shot?”
“Glad to,” answered Pete. “How much?”
“Well, I guess a dollar will do. They were both Pekins.”
“Can’t say I’ve had a dollar’s worth of sport,” said Pete, “but here’s your money.” He put a hand into his trouser pocket. Then he stopped short and looked with dismay at Allan. The owner of the ducks waited silently.
“Guess you’ll have to trust us, partner,” said Pete. “We both came away without any money.” Allan, fearing arrest would follow this announcement, held his breath. But the man only smiled courteously.
“Very well,” he answered. “There is no hurry.”
“Thanks!” said Pete. He looked inquiringly toward the dog. “How about my shoes and stockings? It’s a bit chilly.”
“I fancy your walk back will warm you up,” said the man. Pete whistled.
“Going to keep ’em for security, eh?” he asked. The other nodded gravely.
“Couldn’t compromise, I suppose?” Pete insinuated. “That carbine’s worth a good bit more’n a dollar. It’s hard walking without any shoes.”