out that he not only drove the horse-car, but sold fish and
lobsters, ran a boarding-house, and had one or two boats to let.
He left the horse-car standing in front of his house, and came
down to the water to show us the boat.

"Better row round to the west'ard a little, when you get to
Fishback," said he, "it's kinder choppy on this side sometimes,
an' if my boat got all stove to pieces on the rocks 'fore you got
ashore, why, where'd I be?"

"You would be right here," said Mr. Daddles; "where do you think
we'd be?"

"You? Oh, huh! Yes, that's so. Well, p'r'aps you might as well
give me the fifteen cents now, if it's all the same to you."

"It's exactly the same to me," replied our friend. And he handed
over the money. The man looked at it carefully, and then went back
to his home.

"What do you suppose he's going to do with that money?" I
wondered.

"I know," said Jimmy Toppan, "he's going to hurry off and put it
in the bank, before Ike Flanders tries to get it away from him."

"No," said Mr. Daddles, "he's going to bury it in his garden."
"First," remarked Ed Mason, "he'll take it into the house and test
it with acid, to see if it's genuine."