“O, it’ll be a heap, I tell yer,” replied Godfrey, growing animated and hoping thus to work upon Dan’s feelings sufficiently to accomplish the object he had in view; “as much as--as--twenty thousand anyhow, an’ mebbe sixty,” added Godfrey, who was not very quick at figures. “An’ then, Dannie, if yer a monstrous good boy, an’ allers do jest as I tell ye, mebbe I’ll buy out Gen’ral Gordon an’ give ye his place. Then ye can have circus hosses, as many as ye want, an’ some of them amazin’ fine guns what break in two in the middle, an’ a sail-boat on the lake, an’ all the other nice things sich as Bert and Don has got.” Dan grinned again and fairly trembled with excitement. The prospect of owning all these aids to happiness was enough to excite anybody. “Now, Dannie, I won’t forget all this if ye will promise to be a good boy an’ do jest what I tell yer,” said his father. “Will ye?” “I will, pop,” replied the boy, shaking hands with his sire, to show that he was in earnest. “Ye jest see if I don’t.” “I’m powerful glad to hear ye say so, Dannie,” continued Godfrey; and now he came to the point at which he had all the while been aiming, but he broached it with no little hesitation, and anxiety as to the result. “Now, Dannie,” said he, “don’t ye think that to pay me fur all these things I’m a goin’ to do fur ye, that ye’d oughter give me the rest of the money ye’ve got in yer pocket?” “No, I don’t,” said Dan, promptly. “What fur?” “Kase I want it myself. I’m agoin’ into the shootin’ match too.” “An’ shoot agin yer poor old pop, what’s fit the Yanks, an’ worked so hard fur ye? Dan, I’m extonished at yer! Now, Dannie, I wouldn’t go in, if I was ye, kase ye can’t win nothin’, an’ ’sides ye want to save yer money, don’t ye? That’s the way to get rich, Dannie. Let yer pop do the shootin’, an’ we’ll have a quarter of beef to carry home to-night, I warrant ye.”