Mr.Eades didn't seem to like it, and then, all of a sudden, he took out his check book and wrote a check for me." "Close to a hundred dollars ?" asked Dave, with deep interest.
For answer Dick threw the check on the table.

There was a wild scramble for it.
"A hundred and fifty dollars!" gasped Tom Reade.
"Let me see that check!" demanded Greg Holmes unbelievingly.
The check went from hand to hand, each of the fellows looking at it half bewildered.

Yet certainly the check said one hundred and fifty dollars.
"See here, Dick," asked Tom anxiously, "are you sure---positive, that is---that it was honest to charge a hundred and fifty for that canoe of ours ?" "You may be sure that I thought of that," Prescott answered.
"I don't want to defraud any man.

But birch bark suitable for canoes is getting to be a thing of the past in this country.
Our friend, Hiram Driggs, the boat builder, told me that a birch bark canoe, nowadays, is simply worth all one can get for it.
But, after Mr.Eades had written the check and handed it to me, he said: 'Now, the trade is made and closed, Prescott, what do you really consider the canoe worth ?' I answered him a good deal as I've answered you, and offered to return the check if Mr.Eades wasn't satisfied.

Fellows, for just a moment or two my heart was in my mouth for fear he'd take me up and ask for the return of his check.