"Wal, look here--don't ye want a sort o' nest-egg? I've got fifty silverdollars laid up: you take it on venture and give me half what it brings."

"Thank you, Biah. If you'll trust me with it I'll hope to do somethingfor us both."

Biah went into the home, and after some fumbling brought out a canvasbag, which he put into James's arm.