"Vat's de matter?" shouted the tailor, beating his breast—"vat's de matter? Oh, Vertz! you fool! you fool! Oh, if I'd only known it vas dere!—if I'd only known it vas dere! To go empty it out of my pockets into yours! Bah! I might er had it all myself."
"But didn't you know it was there? Didn't the witch-willow tell you so?" said Billy.
"Vitch-villow! Oh, you yank! vat's a vitch-villow but to fool such tunces as you?"
"Then you were only fooling us, were you?" said Billy.
The tailor began to cool down somewhat at that, and entered on a long explanation, in which he got very much involved.
"All very well," said Billy; "but tell us now, up and down, fair and square, did you know anything about the money being there?"
The little tailor looked at him doubtfully for a while.
"Vell," said he, hesitatingly, "no-o, I didn't, and dat's de trut'."
Both boys burst into a laugh.
"Well," said Billy, "share and share alike anyhow; that's fair."