I said, “I have brought you money!” And I fished from any hunting shirt a great, thick packet of those poor paper dollars, now in such contempt that scarce five hundred of them counted for a dozen good, hard shillings.

“What are you doing?” she said, so coldly that I ceased counting the little squares of currency and looked up at her surprised.

“I am sharing my pay with you,” said I. “I have no silver — only these.”

“I can not take — money!”

“What?”

“Did you suppose I could?”

“Comrades have a common purse; Why not?”