Father said that when he got done, Jacobs had sunk down all in a heap on the stable floor with his hands over his face.

Father left him to have it out with himself, and went to the house.
"The next morning, Jacobs looked just the same as usual, and went about with the other men doing his work, but saying nothing about going West.
Late in the afternoon, a farmer going by hailed father, and asked if he'd heard the news.

Old Miser Jerrold's box had been left on his door step some time through the night, and he'd found it in the morning.

The money was all there, but the old fellow was so cute that he wouldn't tell any one how much it was.

The neighbors had persuaded him to bank it, and he was coming to town the next morning with it, and that night some of them were going to help him mount guard over it.