"Five thousand dollars from the sale and the insurance fund.
And five thousand dollars must be five-and-twenty thousand francs.

Uncle Sam, you shall have every farthing of it.

And if that won't build the mill again, I have got my mother's diamonds." "Five thousand dollars!" cried the Sawyer, in amazement, opening his great gray eyes at me.

And then he remembered the tale which he had told, to make me seem independent.

"Oh yes, to be sure, my dear; now I recollect.