rofit on your father's original investment in ye, nor on
the assessments he'd paid on ye ever since. He seems to be a cute
feller arter all, and I'm rather sorry he's leavin'."

"I am quite willing to abandon my position in his favor, now," said
Lummox with alacrity.

"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. Bigsby.

"With that he riz up," continued Dan'l, ignoring his sister, "and,
takin' them counterfeit notes from my hand, sez he: 'Them notes belong
to ME now,' sez he, 'and I'm goin' to destroy 'em.' And with that he
walks over to the fire as stiff as a poker, and held them notes in it
until they were burnt clean up."

"Well, but that was honest and straightforward in him!" said Mrs.
Bigsby.

"Um! but it wasn't business--and ye see"-- Dan'l paused and rubbed his
chin.

"Well, go on!" said Mrs. Bigsby impatiently.

"Well, ye see, neither him nor me was very smart in detectin'
counterfeits, or even knowin' 'em, and"--

"Well! For goodness' sake, Dan'l, speak out!"

"Well--THE DUM FOOL BURNT UP THREE GOOD BILLS, and we neither of us
knew it!"

V

The "unexpected" which Dan'l Borem had hi