"Whatever you wish," answered Bart promptly.
"Fifteen dollars!" said Baker.
Lem Wacker jumped to his feet, excited. He shot a hand into a pocket, drew it out again holding a pocketbook, ran over its contents, and shouted!
"Sixteen dollars!"
"Twenty!" cried Baker.
"I am offered twenty dollars," said Bart, outwardly cool as a cucumber, inwardly greatly perturbed over the incident in hand, and hastening to close it in favor of a friend. "Twenty dollars once, twenty dollars twice—"
"Stop!" yelled Lem Wacker.
"Do you bid more?" asked Bart.
"I—I do!"
"How much?"