“Look here,” said he, pouring out a sack of gold on the table, “twenty-five sovereigns. Won’t somebody be pleased?”
“I believe you,” said Eli, “let’s make haste.”
So the two men went to the churchyard. No one was about—no one observed them.
“I don’t know where Julia put the money,” said Rattenbury.
“But I do,” said Dick. “Here in the middle, and sure enough, here is a jam pot, and something in it, on my word! Money—gold—Eli. Well, now, they do turn cash over up there pretty smart. How much is it? Twenty sovereigns, as I’m a man. By George, Eli, all this mine?”
“Certainly, it is the interest on the loan.”
“But for three days!”
“They’re wun’nerful generous over yonder, to Americay.”
“And I can take it in all honest conscience?”