I'll pay you a penny for it." "Naw, you don't," and the boy drew back, at the same time closing his hand over me so tightly that I feared I would be crushed.

"I'm going to keep him, I tell ye.

He's mine to do what I please with, and I ain't agoing to sell him for a penny, neither." So saying he ran along in front of his father till we reached the mule cart.

Into this clumsy vehicle they climbed and soon we were jogging over the sandy road to their home.

As we drove along the man computed, partly to himself, partly aloud, how much money the contents of his game-bag would bring him.