"I want to get that reward off my mind." "You run in, Dick," proposed Dave, on the sidewalk.

"I'll wait for you." "You'll go with me," Prescott retorted, "or I won't stir inside." So Darrin followed them into the bank.
"I'm so thankful to see you boys safely out of the scrape," declared Mr.Macey, inside, "that I'm going to pay the full reward to each of you." "No you won't," retorted Dick very promptly.

"You'll pay no more than you offered.

Dave and I'll divide that between us." "Not a cent for me!" propounded Darrin, with emphasis.
"If you don't share the reward evenly, I won't touch a cent of it either, Dave Darrin," rejoined Dick heatedly.
Dave tried to have his way, but his chum won.

Mr.Macey made another effort to double the reward, but was overruled.
So young Prescott received the two hundred and fifty dollars in crisp, new bills, and as promptly turned half of the sum over to his chum.
Now that it was safely over with, it had not been a bad morning's work!.