“Make it fifteen, and I’m your man,” he said.
Dick smiled.
“I’ll go you one better. It’s worth twenty to me, and here’s half of it now.”
He handed the fellow a ten-dollar bill.
“T’anks, guv’ner,” Brown said fervently. “You’re a sure-enough gent. I’ll have the stuff ready fur you at eleven. Might a bloke ask what you’re going to do with it?”
“I reckon I’d better not tell you, Bill,” Merriwell smiled. “Then you won’t be forced to hide anything more than necessary.”
As soon as they were out of the building, Demarest gave vent to his enthusiasm.
“By Jove, Merriwell!” he exclaimed admiringly. “You certainly have got a great head. You remind me of a general laying out the details of a campaign. What’s the next step?”
Dick chuckled.
“Get enough of the fellows to put up the bills,” he explained.