Donovan's glass was suspended midway between the table and his lips.

Slowly the glass retraced the half-circle and resumed its perpendicular position upon the oak.
"Beauties; huh ?" said the captain.
"Twenty-dollar bills!" "Yessir; every one of 'em as good as gold; payable to bearer on demand, says your Uncle Sam." "An' why are you makin' me envious this way ?" said Donovan crossly.
"Donovan, you and me's been friends off an' on these ten years, ever since th' commodore bought th' _Laura_.

Well, says he t' me 'Capt'n, we forgot that Mr.Donovan was in th' room at th' time o' th' discovery.

Will you be so kind as to impress him with the fact that this expedition is on the Q.T.?
Not that I think he will say anythin', but you might add these few bits o' paper to his promise not t' speak.' Says I, 'I'll trust Mr.Donovan.' An' I do.

You never broke no promise yet." "It pays in the long run," replied Mr.Donovan, vainly endeavoring to count the bills.
"Well, this 'ere little fortune is yours if you promise to abide by th' conditions." "That I keeps my mouth shut." "An' _not_ open it even to th' Mrs." Mr.Donovan permitted a doubt to wrinkle his brow.