The next instant he recoiled sharply.
"Great snakes, boy, where'd you git that money ?" he demanded.
"Of father.

He went to the far country, you know." Perry Larson snorted angrily.
"See here, boy, for once, if ye can, talk horse-sense! Surely, even YOU don't expect me ter believe that he's sent you that money from--from where he's gone to!" "Oh, no.

He left it." "Left it! Why, boy, you know better! There wa'n't a cent--hardly--found on him." "He gave it to me before--by the roadside." "Gave it to you! Where in the name of goodness has it been since ?" "In the little cupboard in my room, behind the books." "Great snakes!" muttered Perry Larson, reaching out his hand and gingerly picking up one of the gold-pieces.
David eyed him anxiously.
"Won't they--do ?" he faltered.

"There aren't a thousand; there's only a hundred and six; but--" "Do!" cut in the man, excitedly.

He had been examining the gold-piece at close range.