The price of the pistol reduced to the lowest possible sum, was two dollars and a half, which Foxy declared was only half what he would charge any one else but his partner.
"How much have you got altogether ?" he asked Hughie one day, when Hughie was groaning over his poverty.
"Six pennies and two dimes," was Hughie's disconsolate reply.

He had often counted them over.

"Of course," he went on, "there's my XL knife.
That's worth a lot, only the point of the big blade's broken." "Huh!" grunted Foxy, "there's jist the stub left." "It's not!" said Hughie, indignantly.

"It's more than half, then.

And it's bully good stuff, too.