"
"Is that so?" was the reply, in a tone of flattering interest. The man
beckoned him with his whip to step closer.
"Look here, boy," he said, in a confidential tone, "it's a mighty lucky
thing for me that Nat Chadwick left you here instead of a stranger.
Every penny of change I started with this morning dropped out through a
hole in my pocket somewhere. I didn't find it out until I got within
sight of the place; then, thinks I to myself, 'oh, it won't make any
difference. Nat and I are old friends; he'll pass me.' I guess you can
do the same, can't you, being as you're in his place, and I'm an old
friend of your family? You needn't say anything about it, and I'll do as
much for you some day."
John Jay looked puzzled. Before he could reply George walked out on the
porch and stood beside him. He bowed to the man politely. "I'll take the
toll, if you please, Mr. Boden. Put up the bar, John."
The man hesitated a moment, then tossed him the change, and gave the
horses a cut with his whip that sent them dashing down the road.
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