"A five-dollar bill is mighty clearing to the mind, sir.

But must I turn right back before going on to the hotel and hearing the news ?" "We'll help you turn the cart," grimly suggested Mr.Harper.

"Get up there, Dobbin, or whatever your name is.

Here, Ransom, lend a hand!" There was nothing for the fellow to do but to accept the help proffered, and turn his cart.

With one longing look towards the hotel he jerked at the rein and shouted at the horse, which, after a few feeble efforts, pulled the cart about and started off again in the desired direction.
"Sooner done, sooner paid," shouted the lawyer, as lad and cart went jolting off.