When you're through you may have some money left.

If you do, turn the money in at the bank, have it entered on the pass-book and then bring the book to me." "I'll have to think this over," muttered Ferrers, "and you'd better set down most of it in writing so that I won't forget." The smoke from the cook fire brought Alf Drew in from hiding, his finger-tips stained brown as usual.
"Now, see here, young man," said Tom gravely, "there is no objection to your taking some of your time off with your 'makings,' but Ferrers is going away, and you must stay around more for the next two or three days.

Otherwise, there won't be any meals or any payday coming to you." "Is Mr.Ferrers going to Dugout City ?" asked Alf, with sudden interest.
"Yes." "Say, I'll work mighty hard if you'll advance me fifty cents and let me get an errand done by Mr.Ferrers." "Here's the money," smiled Tom, passing over the half dollar.
Alf was in such haste that he forgot to express his thanks.

Racing over to Jim the little fellow said something in a very low voice.
"No; I won't!" roared Ferrers.

"Nothing of the sort!" "Does he want you to get the 'makings,' Jim!" called Tom.
"Yes; but I won't do it," the guide retorted.
"Please do," asked Tom.
"What?
_You_ ask me to do it, sir?
Then all right.