Then he searched his pockets until on the ground before him lay a shining pile of gold-pieces--to David there seemed to be a hundred of them.
"Take them--hide them--keep them.

David, until you--need them," panted the man.

"Then go--go on.

I can't." "Alone?
Without you ?" demurred the boy, aghast.

"Why, father, I couldn't! I don't know the way.