“No. He’s a great bluffer. He likes to make people believe he has done wonderful things and been a gay old rascal in his day. I am satisfied that his story about having a harem once was pure fabrication.”
“Mebbe you’re right.”
“I’m confident of it.”
“What’s his graft?”
“Perhaps it’s graft, perhaps it’s joking. It may be that he simply enjoys leading the professor on. But I have a scheme. If we can carry it out, we’ll teach Zenas Gunn a lesson and have some fun on our own hook. He’ll never contemplate buying another harem.”
The Texan was keenly interested now.
“What’s the scheme, pard?”
“If we can rig up a job with Colonel Stringer, we’ll furnish a harem for the professor to purchase, and we’ll give him the shock of his life.”
Brad’s face began to glow and his eyes to gleam. His mouth expanded in a smile.
“Mebbe that’s a good idea,” he nodded. “Just tell me how it can be done.”