“Oh, you will learn—and charades, I dare say.”
“It looks formidable.”
“It is—it will be. I have to get even with you about that bowman business.”
“But I am reeking with remorse.”
“I don’t believe it. By the way, in my moistened haste, I gave you my luck-piece, my dear little gold dollar.”
“Well.”
“I want it back.”
“And my pay? I do not work for nothing.”
“You shall have a big silver dollar.”
“No, that is worth only eighty-five cents: pure swindle that!”