“When does the blinkin’ circus start?” he grinned.
That evening in their explorations Blackie and Hoop-la found the log shack on the lake-shore.
“Say, Jack, can me and Hoop-la have that cabin down there?”
“You bet you can, Blackie. You and Hoop-la can have anythin’ round here,” replied Gillis heartily.
Blackie had turned to go, but on hearing this broad statement he stopped quickly. “Say, Jack, me and Hoop-la came away from Vancouver owin’ a little money—an’ I promised to send——”
“Ye’ve got me when the gittin’ is good,” interrupted Gillis. “How much do you want?”
“Let me see,” reflected Blackie, “I owe for my room in town; and I owe at Old Joe’s, and—and——”
“How much? Spit it out, I can stand the shock,” commanded Gillis.
“ ’Bout a hundred, Jack.”
“Whew!” whistled Gillis as he reached for his purse.