suthin' unexpected. When he thinks you're goin' to sleep in the
shafts you'll run away; and when he think's I'm vicious I'll let a
woman or a child drive me."


IV


"Well, Dan'l, how's that new clerk o' yours gettin' on?" said Mrs.
Bigby a week later.

"Purty fine! He's good at accounts and hez got to know the Bank's
customers by this time. But I allus reckoned he'd get stuck with
some o' them counterfeit notes--and he hez! Ye see he ain't
accustomed to look at a five or a ten dollar note as sharp as some
men, and he's already taken in two tens and a five counterfeits."

"Gracious!" said Mrs. Bigsby. "What did the poor feller do?"

"Oh, he ups and tells me, all right, after he discovered it. And
sez he: 'I've charged my account with 'em,' sez he, 'so the Bank
won't lose it.'"

"Why, Dan'l," said Mrs. Bigsby, "ye didn't let that poor feller"--

"You hol' on!" said her brother; "business is business; but I sez
to him: 'Ye oughter put it down to Profit and Loss account. Or
perhaps we'll have a chance o' gettin' rid o' them,--not in Noo
York, where folks is sharp, but here in the country, and then ye
kin credit yourself with the amount arter you've got rid o' them.'"