'SUCH was Ritter's narrative,' said I to my two friends.

There was a profound and impressive silence, which lasted a considerable time; then both men broke into a fusillade of exciting and admiring ejaculations over the strange incidents of the tale; and this, along with a rattling fire of questions, was kept up until all hands were about out of breath.
Then my friends began to cool down, and draw off, under shelter of occasional volleys, into silence and abysmal reverie.

For ten minutes now, there was stillness.

Then Rogers said dreamily-- 'Ten thousand dollars.' Adding, after a considerable pause-- 'Ten thousand.

It is a heap of money.' Presently the poet inquired-- 'Are you going to send it to him right away ?' 'Yes,' I said.