That ain't much," he said.
"Only a dollar more," said Hughie, calculating rapidly.

"But where would I get the fifty cents ?" The dollar seemed at that moment to Hughie quite a possible thing, if only the fifty cents could be got.

The dollar was more remote, and therefore less pressing.
Foxy had an inspiration.
"I tell you what.

You borrow that fifty cents you found, and then you can pay me eighty-two cents, and--and--" he hesitated--"perhaps you will find some more, or something." Hughie's eyes were blazing with great fierceness.
Foxy hastened to add, "And I'll let you have the pistol right off, and you'll pay me again some time when you can, the other dollar." Hughie checked the indignant answer that was at his lips.

To have the pistol as his own, to take home with him at night, and to keep all Saturday--the temptation was great, and coming suddenly upon Hughie, was too much for him.