"No," said Dan'l, rubbing his chin argumentatively; "the only way
for us to do is to circumvent him like in a hoss trade--with
suthin' unexpected. When he thinks you're goin' to sleep in the
shafts you'll run away; and when he think's I'm vicious I'll let a
woman or a child drive me."
IV
"Well, Dan'l, how's that new clerk o' yours gettin' on?" said Mrs.
Bigby a week later.
"Purty fine! He's good at accounts and hez got to know the Bank's
customers by this time. But I allus reckoned he'd get stuck with
some o' them counterfeit notes--and he hez! Ye see he ain't
accustomed to look at a five or a ten dollar note as sharp as some
men, and he's already taken in two tens and a five counterfeits."
"Gracious!" said Mrs. Bigsby. "What did the poor feller do?"
"Oh, he ups and tells me, all right, after he discovered it. And
sez he: 'I've charged my account with 'em,' sez he, 'so the Bank
won't lose it.'"
"Why, Dan'l," said Mrs. Bigsby, "ye didn't let that poor feller"--
"You hol' on!" said her brother; "business is business; but I sez
to him: 'Ye oughter put it down to Profit and Loss account. Or
perhaps we'll have a chance o' gettin' rid o' them,--not in Noo
York, where folks is sharp, but here in the country, and then ye
kin credit yourself with the amount arter you've got rid o' them.'"
"Laws! I'm sorry ye did that, Dan'l," said Mrs.
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