"Oh, call it two hundred dollars."
Dad weighed that amount out of his thousand and poured in back into Lucky Jim's poke.
Dad produced his dunnage bag. Into this Lucky Jim threw the four full sacks, $20,000 worth.
"Hey!" cried Dad, alarmed. "What yuh doin'? That ain't mine!"
"Ain't I got as good a right to go outside as you have?"
The old man's face lighted up. "Gosh, that'll be great!" he cried.
Lucky Jim swung Dad's sack across his shoulders.
"Let's get aboard," he suggested. "I've still got a little debt to settle at the Red Fox."
He picked up the remaining sack of gold and led the way on board the steamboat. Out of the corner of his eye he beheld a little raft drift past on which were seated two men back to back, sort of like twin billikins. He waved to them airily.