Keep straight ahead, and you'll find all the generals you want." The lights increased and he went into a small tavern, where he bought food and a cup of coffee, paying in gold.

The tavern keeper asked no questions, but his eyes gleamed at sight of the yellow coin.
"Mighty little of this comes my way now," he said frankly, "and our own money is worth less and less every day.

If things keep on the way they're headed it'll take a bale of it as big as a bale of cotton to pay for one good, square meal." Dick laughed.
"Not so bad as that," he said.

"You wait until we've given Grant a big thrashing and have cleared their boats out of the river.

Then you'll see our money becoming real." The man shook his head.
"Seein' will be believin'," he said, "an' as I ain't seein' I ain't believin'." Dick with a friendly good night went out.