So they counts it, and it comes out four hundred and fifteen dollars short. Says the king:

“Dern him, I wonder what he done with that four hundred and fifteen dollars?”

They worried over that awhile, and ransacked all around for it. Then the duke says:

“Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistake — I reckon that’s the way of it. The best way’s to let it go, and keep still about it.

We can spare it.”

“Oh, shucks, yes, we can spare it. I don’t k’yer noth’n ’bout that — it’s the count I’m thinkin’ about. We want to be awful square and open and above-board here, you know. We want to lug this h’yer