We may see Eastern Point about September; an' your pa--I'm real sorry I hain't heerd tell of him--may give me ten dollars efter all your talk.

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 ag'in." "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.