"
Toby drew from a pocket, which he had been at a great deal of
trouble to make in his shirt, a small bag of silver, and spread it
upon the ground, where he could count it at his leisure.
The glittering coin instantly attracted the monkey's attention,
and he tried by every means to thrust his little black paw into
the pile; but Toby would allow nothing of that sort, and pushed him
away quite roughly. Then he grew excited, and danced and scolded
around Toby's treasure until the boy had hard work to count it.
He did succeed, however, and as he carefully replaced it in the bag
he said to the monkey: "There's seven dollars an' thirty cents in
that bag, an' every cent of it is mine. That ought to take care
of us for a good while, Mr. Stubbs; an' by the time we get home we
shall be rich men."
The monkey showed his pleasure at this intelligence by putting his
hand inside Toby's clothes to find the bag of treasure that he had
seen secreted there, and two or three times, to the great delight
of both himself and the boy, he drew forth the bag, which was
immediately taken away from him.
The shadows were beginning to lengthen in the woods, and, heeding
this warning of the coming night, Toby took the monkey on his arm
and started for home, or for the tent, which was the only place he
could call home.
As he walked along he tried to talk to his pet in a serious manner,
but the monkey, remembering where he had seen the bright coins
secreted, tried so hard to get at them that finally Toby lost all
patience and gave him quite a hard cuff on the ear, which had the
effect of keeping him quiet for a time.
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