He looked hastily about the store to see if Dan was anywhere in sight, and was greatly relieved to find that he was not.

There were three, or four men standing by, and they appeared to be enjoying David's astonishment.
"Is--is it mine, Mr.Jones ?" he managed to ask.
"Some of it is, and some of it is mine.

There are a hundred and ninety-two dollars and a half here, and twenty-eight of it belongs to me.

Freight bills, you know.

The coops you put those birds in were as heavy as lead.