“To fix you out for your trouble.”
“I wouldn’t know where to cash it,” declared Dave. “Besides, if you want to fix me out, as you call it, there’s another way that would please me better.”
“Just name it, youngster.”
“This car goes to Brompton you told me, I think?”
“Yes, we start in about an hour.”
“Well, sir,” observed Dave, “if you will give me a free ride that far, I will consider that you have paid me a hundred times over for the little I’ve done for you.”
“Little you’ve done for me?” cried the horseman. “I suppose you don’t consider that Cadmus is just about worth his weight in gold to me. Now, see here,” and the man took the pocket book out again and drew forth two bills. “There’s all the currency I’ve got with me—two fives. You’ll take them.”
“No, sir,” began Dave.
“You’ll take them, I said,” repeated the man in a forceful way. “And you’ll give me your name and address, and promise that if ever you need a friend you’ll send word to Amos Baker. Here’s my card.”
Money and card were thrust on Dave in spite of himself.