"Oh, THIS ain't bully nor noth'n! Oh, no, I reckon not! Why, Bilgy, it beats the Nonesuch, DON'T it?"

     The duke allowed it did. They pawed the yaller-boys, and sifted them through their fingers and let them jingle down on the floor; and the king says:

     "It ain't no use talkin'; bein' brothers to a rich dead man and representatives of furrin heirs that's got left is the line for you and me, Bilge. Thish yer comes of trust'n to Providence. It's the best way, in the long run. I've tried 'em all, and ther' ain't no better way."

     Most everybody would a been satisfied with the pile, and took it on trust; but no, they must count it. 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."