"Just after you left me this morning, Silas Jones rode up and dunned me for eight dollars that father owes him." "Why, you have nothing to do with that," said Bert.
"Nothing whatever," chimed in Don.

"You tell Mr.Jones that if he wants his money he had better hunt up your father and ask him for it.
You don't owe him anything, do you ?" "No, but he says that if I don't settle that bill, he'll never let me have a thing at his store again unless I have the money in my hand to pay for it.

I haven't a cent of my own, and I thought if you could let me have the ten dollars you promised me for breaking the pointer, I should be much obliged to you." "If I would do what ?" asked Don, in amazement.
"Why, David," said Bert, "the money was all paid to you in less than twenty-four hours after the dog was placed in your keeping." "Paid to me ?" gasped David.
"Well, no, not to you, but to your order." "To my order!" repeated the boy, who began to think he was dreaming.
"Yes, to your order," said Don.

"We left the pointer in your hands at noon, while you were at dinner.

In less than an hour afterward, Dan came over and said that you wanted five dollars to buy a dress for your mother, and Bert gave him the money.