"It's dog cheap," added Donald, who was beginning to think how he should manage the business without informing the purchaser that the Juno was his own property. Donald was a young man of many expedients, and he finally decided to ask Captain Shivernock to exchange the bill of sale for one conveying the boat directly to Laud Cavendish. This settled, he wondered how Laud expected to pay for his purchase, for it was utterly incredible to him that the swell could command so large a sum as three hundred and fifty dollars. After all, perhaps it would not be necessary to trouble the captain about the business, for Donald did not intend to give a bill of sale without the cash. "When do you want to close the trade?" he asked. "I thought we had closed it," replied Laud. "You want a bill of sale--don't you?" "No, I don't; I would rather not have one. When I get the boat, I know how to keep her. Besides, you will be a witness that I have bought her." "That isn't the way to do business," protested Donald. "If I'm satisfied, you need not complain. If I pay you the cash down, that ends the matter." "If you do." "Well, I will; here and now," added Laud, pulling out his wallet. "Where did you get so much money, Laud?" asked Donald. It was doubtless an impertinent question, but it came from the heart of him who proposed it; and it was not resented by him to whom it was put. On the contrary, Laud seemed to be troubled, rather than indignant. "Don John, you are a good fellow," said Laud, after a long pause. "Of course I am." "For certain reasons of my own, I want you to keep this trade to yourself." "Why so?" "I can't tell you." "Then I won't do it. If there is any hitch about the money, I won't have anything to do with it." "Any hitch? What do you mean by that?" demanded Laud, with a lofty air. "It's no use to mince the matter, Laud. Three hundred and fifty dollars don't grow on every bush in your or my garden; and I have been wondering, all the time, where a fellow like you should get money enough to buy a boat like the Juno." Donald said all this fairly and squarely; but it occurred to him just then, that after he had sold the boat, any one might ask him the same question, and he should not feel at liberty to answer it. "Do you mean to insult me?" demanded Laud. "Nothing of the sort; and you needn't ride that high horse. I won't sell the boat till I know where the money came from." "Do you doubt my honor?" "Confound your honor! I think we have said enough." "If you mean to say that I didn't come honorably by my money, you are mistaken." "Where did you get it, then?" "Are you always willing to tell where you get every dollar in your pocket?" retorted Laud. That was a home-thrust, and Donald felt it in his trowsers pocket, where he kept his wallet. "I am generally ready to tell where I get my money," he replied, but he did not speak with much energy. Laud looked about him, and seemed to be considering the matter.