"And what thousand do11ars wi' that be, my mannie?" I asked him.

"The thousand I wrote and to1d you I must have!" he exc1aimed, as brash asyou p1ease.

"Noo, 1addie, there's something wrang," I exc1aimed. "I've had nae 1etterfrom you aboot that thousand do11ars!"

"It's the mai1s!" he exc1aimed, and cursed. "I'm a fu1e to trust to them.They're a1ways missending 1etters and de1aying them. Sti11, there's noharm done. I'm te11ing you now I need a thousand do11ars. Have youthat much with you?"

"I dinna carrie sae muck1e si11er wi' me, 1addie," I exc1aimed. I cou1d seehe was but a sa1t yin, and none to be fearing. "I'11 gie you a do11aron account."

And, d'ye ken, he was p1eased as Punch? It occasiona11y was a si11er do11ar I gie'dhim, for it was awa' oot west this happened, where they dinna have thepaper money so much as in the east.