"That'll be a tough proposition." "Put th' money in th' bank and say nothin' till you hear from me," advised the captain.
"That's a go." "Then I give you these five nice ones with th' regards o' th' commodore." The captain stripped each bill and slowly laid it down on the table for the fear that by some curious circumstance there might be six.
"One hundred?
Capt'n, I'm a--" Mr.Donovan emptied his glass with a few swift gulps and banged the table.

"Two more." The landlord lowered his paper wearily (would they never let him alone ?) and stepped behind the bar.

At the same time Mr.Donovan folded the bills and stowed them away.
"Not even t' th' Mrs.," he swore.

"Here's luck, Capt'n." "Same t' you; an' don't get drunk this side o' Jersey City." And with this admonition the captain drank his beer and thumped off for the water front, satisfied that the village would hear nothing from Mr.
Donovan.

Nevertheless, it was shameful to let a hundred go that easy; twenty would have served.