"Let's liquor," said the captain over his shoulder, moving off in
the direction of the bar.

"Come on, Nevvy!" said Yancy following, and they all entered the
tavern.

"Well, here's to the best of good luck!" said Murrell, as he
raised his glass to his lips.

"Same here," responded Yancy. Murrell pulled out a roll of
bills, one of which he tossed on the bar. Then after a moment's
hesitation he detached a second bill from the roll and turned to
Hannibal.

"Here, youngster--a present for you;" he said good-naturedly.
Hannibal, embarrassed by the unexpected gift, edged to his Uncle
Bob's side.

"Ain't you-all got nothing to say to the gentleman?" asked Yancy.

"Thank you, sir," said the boy.

"That sounds a heap better. Let's see--why, if it ain't ten
dollars--think of that!" said Yancy, in surprise.

"Let's have another drink," suggested Murrell.

Presently Hannibal stole out into the yard. He still held the
bill in his hand, for he did not quite know how to dispose of his
great wealth. After debating this matter for a moment he knotted