. . . Yes, that's just it."
"They'll be surprised then, and no wonder. But they'd be more
surprised if I should bring 'em here and show 'em the place where
you found it. 'Twould surprise 'most anybody to know that there
was a man livin' who could see down a black crack four foot deep
and two inches wide and around a corner in that crack and see money
lyin' on the floor, and know 'twas money, and then stretch his arm
out a couple of foot more and thin his wrist down until it was less
than an inch through and pick up that money. That WOULD surprise
em. Don't you think 'twould, Jed?"
The color left Jed's face. His mouth fell open and he stared
blankly at his friend. The latter chuckled.
"Don't you think 'twould surprise 'em, Jed?" he repeated. "Seems
likely as if 'twould. It surprised me all right enough."
The color came surging back. Jed's cheeks flamed. He tried to
speak, but what he said was not coherent nor particularly
intelligible.
"Now--now--now, Sam," he stammered. "I--I-- You don't understand.
You ain't got it right. I--I--"
The captain interrupted. "Don't try so hard, Jed," he continued.
"Take time to get your steam up. You'll bust a b'iler if you puff
that way. Let's see what it is I don't understand. You found this
money behind those boards?"
"Eh? Yes . . . yes . . . but--"
"Wait.
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