He still held the bill in his hand, for he did not quite know how to dispose of his great wealth.
After debating this matter for a moment he knotted it carefully in one corner of his handkerchief.

But this did not quite suit him, for he untied the knot and looked at the bill again, turning it over and over in his hand.

Then he folded it carefully into the smallest possible compass and once more tied a corner of his handkerchief about it, this time with two knots instead of one; these he afterward tested with his teeth.
"I 'low she won't come undone now!" he said, with satisfaction.

He stowed the handkerchief away in his trousers pocket, ramming it very tight with his fist.

He was much relieved when this was done, for wearing a care-free air he sauntered across the yard and established himself on the top rail of the corn-field fence.
The colored boy, armed with an ax, appeared at the woodpile and began to chop in the desultory fashion of his race, pausing every few seconds to stare in the direction of his white compatriot, who met his glance with reserve.