? ? ? ? Most everybody would a been satisfied with the pile, and took it on trust; but no, they must count it. So they counts it, and it comes out four hundred and fifteen dollars short. Says the king:
? ? ? ? "Dern him, I wonder what he done with that four hundred and fifteen dollars?"
? ? ? ? They worried over that a while, and ransacked all around for it. Then the duke says:
? ? ? ? "Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistake- I reckon that's the way of it. The best way's to let it go, and keep still about it. We can spare it."
? ? ? ? "Oh, shucks, yes, we can spare it. I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that- it's the count I'm thinkin'about. We want to be awful square and open and aboveboard, here, you know. We want to lug this h-yer money up stairs and count it before everybody- then ther' ain't noth'n suspicious. But when the dead man says ther's six thous'n dollars, you know, we don't want to-"
? ? ? ? "Hold on," says the duke.
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