If Hudden had stared before, he stared ten times more now, and no sooner was Donald's back turned, than he was off as hard as he could pelt to Dudden's. He's back here weighing out sackfuls of gold. Off they went together, and they came to Donald's door. Donald had finished making the last pile of ten gold pieces. And he couldn't finish because a piece had stuck to the scales.
Hides are worth their weight in gold in the market just now.
Hudden nudged Dudden, and Dudden winked at Hudden. Good-evening, Donald O'Neary. The next day there wasn't a cow or a calf that belonged to Hudden or Dudden but her hide was going to the fair in Hudden's biggest cart drawn by Dudden's strongest pair of horses. Their weight in gold. That was all the tanner said, and back he went to his yard.