Feeling that I was still in disgrace with the Captain, I thought it politic to ask his consent before accompanying the boys.
He gave it with some hesitation, advising me to be careful not to get in front of the firearms.

Once he put his fingers mechanically into his vest-pocket and half drew forth some dollar bills, then slowly thrust them back again as his sense of justice overcame his genial disposition.
I guess it cut the old gentleman to the heart to be obliged to keep me out of my pocket-money.

I know it did me.

However, as I was passing through the hall, Miss Abigail, with a very severe cast of countenance, slipped a brand-new quarter into my hand.

We had silver currency in those days, thank Heaven! Great were the bustle and confusion on the Square.