But pfwhat wud ye say now, Ned, if I should till ye I'd made over tin thousand pounds of good English money since I came to this little town ?" "I should say," said Franklin calmly, as he opened an envelope, "that you had been dreaming again." "That's it! That's it!" cried Battersleigh.

"Shure ye wud, an' I knew it! But come with me to bank this mornin' an' I'll prove it all to ye." Something in his voice made Franklin wheel around and look at him.
"Oh, do be serious, Battersleigh," said he.
"It's sayrious I am, Ned, I till ye.

Luk at me, boy.

Do ye not see the years droppin' from me?
Succiss! Revinge! Cash! Earth holds no more for Batty.

I've thim all, an' I'm contint.