"Right you are," he said, diving his hand into an inside pocket, "and, thank 'ee, I'll manage the rest, and I'd better manage it alone.

I don't want to draw my friends into any trouble over it,--leastways not those that have done me a good turn." He fumbled for some time over the counting out of the money, but when at last he had put it into Bob's hand, the latter turned abruptly away, and with only a brief 'good-night' plunged hurriedly down the dark lane.
"Good-night," said Bob, "and thank 'ee.

Three florins isn't it ?" But Tom Smith was out of sight, and Bob was glad to hurry away too, as fast as his legs could take him.

He did not feel altogether pleased, though he did try to cheer himself by chinking his money in his pocket, and planning how he would spend it.

All the way he went he seemed to see again Huldah's pained, sorrowful face, as she knelt in the road beside her dog, and tried to shelter him with her own body.