“Listen to that,” murmured Frank, nudging Ready. “I wonder if he whistles to himself when he’s alone.”
“Prithee I cannot tell,” answered Jack. “I’ve never been with him when he was alone.”
“Fellows,” said Starbright soberly, “I know a scheme whereby we can all make money.”
“Unwind it to us!” cried Ready.
“Let’s hear it,” urged Hodge.
“We’re listening,” said Dashleigh.
“Go on,” urged Browning.
“It’s simple,” assured Dick, still with perfect gravity. “All we have to do is perfume our paper money.”
“Hey?” said Carker, who had stopped whistling.
“What?” grunted Browning, ceasing to puff at his pipe.