of you, and if I tell him--"

"Oh, shucks, give me the fifty!" cried the farmer, eagerly, as he
held out his hand for the money. "And don't you try any more tricks
like that ag'in!"

"We haven't any desire to," said Captain Grantly. "Now we'll see
if we can navigate."

"And I've got t' see if I kin get them pigs together," grumbled the
farmer, as he pocketed Dick's money.

"You can put in a requisition for this, I suppose," suggested the
lieutenant. "I don't know whether Uncle Sam ought to reimburse you,
or we, personally."

"Don't mention it!" exclaimed Dick. "I'm always willing to pay for
damages, though I suppose if my Uncle Ezra Larabee was here he'd
haggle with that farmer and make him throw in a pig or two for
luck."

"Who is Uncle Ezra Larabee?" asked the lieutenant, curiously.

"A relative of mine," answered Dick. "Rather 'close' as regards
money."

"Is he rich?"

"Yes, quite wealthy, but you'd never know it. He lives in
Dankville, and he and my dog Grit never can get along together. He