“A yacht in the harbor.”
“I see.”
“Full o' good things; belongs to a nabob. I've heerd there was some cash aboard of her, too.”
“Look here, Rob!” exclaimed Nick, with an admirable mixture of frankness and caution, “be you on the square?”
“You bet!”
“Got a gang back of ye?”
“Sure.”
“Prove it, an' we'll jine hands in this trip.”
“Prove it how?”
“By interdoocing me to ther crowd.”