It was heavy, but I could carry it.

I was about alone in the landscape; and there were the two best hosses I had saved out for Dutchy.

I was sure some tempted.

But I had enough to get home on anyway; and I never yet drank behind the bar, even if I might hold up the saloon from the floor.

So I grieved some inside that I was so tur'ble conscientious, shouldered the sacks, and went down to find Dutchy.
I met him headed his way, and carryin' of a sheet of paper.
"Here's your dinero," says I, dumpin' the four big sacks on the ground.
He stooped over and hefted them.