Pop's poor, miserly soul was for a minute shamelessly revealed.

Distraught though he was, Bud stared and shuddered a little at the spectacle.
"I always said 't you're a good, honest, well-meaning boy," Pop cackled, slyly putting the money out of sight while he patted Bud on the shoulder.

"Dave he thought mebby you took and stole Boise--and if I was you, Bud, I'd git to Spokane quick as I could and not let Dave ketch ye.
Dave's out now lookin' for ye.

If he suspicioned you'd have the gall to come right back to Little Lost, I expect mebby he'd string yuh up, young feller.

Dave's got a nasty temper--he has so!" "There's something else, Pop, that I don't like very well to be accused of.