"Thank you, Solomon," he said presently.

"I can't use your money.

It wouldn't be right." Solomon shut one eye an' squinted with the other as if he were taking aim along the top of a gun barrel.

Then he shook his head and drawled: "Cat's blood an' gunpowder! That 'ere slaps me in the face an' kicks me on the shin," Solomon answered.

"I've walked an' paddled eighty mile in a day an' been stabbed an' shot at an' had to run fer my life, which it ain't no fun--you hear to me.