"So they did, but I happened to have this crown piece slung about
my neck under my shirt, and it escaped their attention."
"Egad, I should never have believed you were superstitious," he
said with a laugh, and I laughed back, glad enough that I had
escaped further interrogation.
I returned the coin to Noah, assuring him that I had no further
need of it, and he went away well pleased, assured of the
protection of the white man's duppy--the token of the good spirits
which he venerates as much as he fears the bugaboos.
I was not to get off after all. When we lay side by side on the
grass, Cludde was for a long time silent; then he said abruptly,
with a keen look at me:
"Bold, do you remember I flung a crown piece at you when I passed
you on the Worcester road years ago!"
"I believe you did," said I, prevaricating.
"Is that the coin?"
"Why, Cludde," says I, "there are thousands of crown pieces in the
world."
"Is it?" he persisted.
"Why should you suppose it is?" I said.
"Why did you keep it? Come, I must know."
"Oh, confound you, Cludde," I said, "why don't you let me go to
sleep?"
"You had some design in keeping that coin," he said; "I want to
know what it was."
"Well, if you insist," I said, "I meant to keep it until I could
return it to you with interest. But Fate, you see, has found a
better use for it."
"Bold," says he, after a silence, "you're a good fellow and a
generous--"
"Belay there, Cludde," I said, anxious to cut him short, "we'll cry
quits over all the past.
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