“All right. I’ll stay here. By the way, where is that other hoss?”
“Turned him out to commons.”
“I’ll give you five guilders for him.”
“Dake him. He not wort two kreutzers.”
“Not to you,” replied the Yankee; “but to me he may be of use. Git the money.”
Swedlepipe plunged into the cabin, and reappeared a moment after, and counted the money into Boston’s hand.
“Any thing else I can do for you, mynheer?”
“Yaw.”
“What is it?”