small bills nowhere. The last place, I offered 'em twenty-five cents
if they'd change it."

"Why didn't you offer 'em fifty? I'd 'a' give fifty, and glad to do
it. Why, I've _got_ to have this bill changed."

"Well, I'm sorry for you," said the mate, with ironical sympathy,
"because I don't see how you're goin' to git it done. Won't you move
up a little bit, young feller?" He sat down on the other side of
Barker. "I'm about tired out." He took his head between his hands in
sign of extreme fatigue, and drooped forward, with his eyes fixed on
the ground.

Lemuel's heart beat. Fifty cents would pay for his lodging, and he
could stay till the next day and prolong the chance of something
turning up without too sinful a waste of money.

"How much is the bill?" he asked.

"Ten dollars," said the young man despondently.

"And will you give me fifty cents if I change it?"

"Well, I said I'd give fifty cents," replied the young man gloomily,
"and I will."

"It's a bargain," said Lemuel promptly, and he took from his pocket
the two five-dollar notes that formed his store, and gave them, to
the young man.