The Boy Trapper by [pseud.] Harry Castlemon
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brother's almost unlimited credit, he might be able to obtain a few
little articles of which he stood in need. David had never thought to put Silas on his guard. "I'll hold them things fur you, if you want to run back thar," said Dan, reaching out his hand for the basket. "No, I'll let it go until the next time I come down," answered David. "A day or two will not make much difference." "Whar did you get them ten dollars, any how?" asked Dan, as the two once more turned their faces homeward. "That's the money you tried to cheat me out of," replied his brother. "Don says the loss was his and not mine." "Did he give you ten dollars more?" exclaimed Dan. "Not ten dollars more, for this is the first he has given me. You and father got what I ought to have had." "An' you never spent none on it, did you? I seen Silas shove it back to you." "Yes, I've got it safe in my pocket. I'm going to keep it, too." "Wal, I'll bet a hoss you don't," was Dan's mental reflection. "I'd oughter have some on it, an' if you don't give it to me without my axin' you, I'll have it all. I'm the man of the house now, an' it's the properest thing that I should have the handlin' of all the money |
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