Then o' course he mayn't." "Ten dollars! Why, see here, I--" Harvey dived into his pocket for the wad of bills.

All he brought up was a soggy packet of cigarettes.
"Not lawful currency; an' bad for the lungs.

Heave 'em overboard, young feller, and try agin." "It's been stolen!" cried Harvey, hotly.
"You'll hev to wait till you see your pa to reward me, then ?" "A hundred and thirty-four dollars--all stolen," said Harvey, hunting wildly through his pockets.

"Give them back." A curious change flitted across old Troop's hard face.

"What might you have been doin' at your time o' life with one hundred an' thirty-four dollars, young feller ?" "It was part of my pocket-money--for a month." This Harvey thought would be a knock-down blow, and it was--indirectly.
"Oh! One hundred and thirty-four dollars is only part of his pocket-money--for one month only! You don't remember hittin' anything when you fell over, do you?
Crack agin a stanchion, le's say.