Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 157: what you’re looking at

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“TIT guess I can do that, for there is grub enough left in the forward cabin for my breakfast,” replied Bashy. “You may go to one of the hotels and get a hot breakfast, and I will pay for it,” added Phil, as he took the plethoric pocketbook from the inside of his vest. “What there is on hand is good enough for me; put ap your money, Cap- tain Greenway,” answered the engineer. * I did not take out my money to pay for your breakfast, though I prefer that you should get a good meal at one of the hotels.” “ All right, then; if you prefer it, 1 will go to the White House.” ‘““T do prefer it,” replted the captam, as he opened the pocketbook by the light of a lantern the engineer had brought into the pilot house. Bashy could hardly repress sundry exclamations that came to his lips when he saw what a pile of ‘ills the captam had in his possession ; but he “ held in,” as he called tt, while the stperior counted ont three of the notes, and tendered them to the engineer. “ Husdred dollar bills!” exclaimed Bashy, actually retreating in his amazement at the sight of so much money, for the pre in possession of his companion seemed to be composed of this denomination. “These are for you, Bashy,” added the captain, quietly, spreading out the bills so that the engineer could see that there were three of them. “To pay for my breakfast?” gasped the assistant. ‘“ Not at all; whatever you pay for your breakfast I will hand you when 1 return,” replied Phil, looking at his watch to make sure that he did not lose the train. “Three bundred dollars!” exclaimed the astonished engineer. “ Did I understand you to say that this money was for me, Captatn Greenway?” “That is precisely what I intended that you should understand, but you . don’t seem to catch on,” laughed Phal, Anding he had plenty of time. “You don’t expect a fellow like me to catch on to three hundred dollars, do you? * demanded Bashy, who could not realize that his companion was in earnest. “TI hope you will make an effort to do so. Take the bills, for I have not much time to spare; and then I will explain the matter,” answered Phil. “Ts this some of the money you took from them chaps that stole the Her- mitage? ” asked the doubtful engineer, as he accepted the bills. “Not a dollar of it. Do you remember that as we were passing Cook’s Point yesterday, a boat came off and brought a letter to me? ” “Of course I remember it, for the landlord of the Lake Park Hotel brought the letter, and wanted a receipt for it. But what has that to do with this three hundred dollars you are giving me? ”’ “Tt has a great deal to do with it. In that letter were ten one hundred dollar bills, which the lady in the Excelsior sent me for our services in saving her and her companion,” the captain explained. “A thousand dollars!” exclaimed Bashy. ‘‘ That was liberal pay for the job. But, creation! You don’t think of giving me three hundred dollars of it, for I am only a poor chicken working for wages? ” comicbooks.conn