There are socks and boots and other things on the tree for you, and when we have gone you will divide the stuff equally between you.

Spike, what's the matter ?" he demanded.
Spike had not touched his gold piece, but sat looking at it, drawing in deep labored breaths.
"It's real, better grab while the grabbing is good," urged Hippy.
Spike shook his head and shoved both hands under the table.
The Overland Riders saw instantly that the man was agitated.
"If you don't wish to accept our gift, you need not do so, Spike," said Tom.

"We shan't lay it up against you if--" "It ain't that!" exploded the lumberjack.
"Then what is it, old man ?" questioned Hippy.
Spike, rising awkwardly, swallowed hard several times and essayed to speak.
"Talk, if you feel like it.

It will do you good," urged Tom kindly.
"It's 'cause I ain't fit ter touch it, that's why," blurted Spike.

"Yer wants me t' talk.