Hand out the order." "Sar!" exclaimed Dan, opening his eyes.
"Why, if David doesn't come here himself and tell me to give you the things, he must send a written order." "Dave, he done told me to git 'em," faltered Dan.
"I don't doubt it; but in order to have things straight, you go home and get an order for such things as you want and I'll give them to you." Dan gathered the articles which he had purchased for his father under one arm, took his rifle under the other, backed slowly away from the counter and went out of the store.

He wasn't quite so smart as he thought he was.

His shoes and stockings, and the ammunition for his rifle, which he thought he was going to get for nothing, were likely to cost him something after all.

It was an easy matter to cheat confiding fellows like Don and Bert, who were much more familiar with Greek than they were with the way business was conducted, but it was not so easy to deceive a man like Silas Jones.

Dan was surprised and disappointed, and of course as angry as he could be.