“That’s so,” spoke Bob, slowly.
Jerry looked at the professor’s printed letter. Then, as he took in the import of the advertisement, and realized how his mother had sold the valuable clay land for a tenth of its present value, the tall lad exclaimed:
“Boys, we’ve been tricked! Professor Snodgrass has double-crossed us!” And he banged the table with his fist.
[CHAPTER XII]
ON THE BRINK
It is a hard matter to know, or even fear, that a faithful friend has been unfaithful, particularly so when one is young and rather unsophisticated. It is no small matter then to have one’s ideals shattered.
And it was thus with Jerry and his chums when they read the advertisement of the Universal Plaster Company, and saw the indorsement of Professor Snodgrass, concerning the value of the yellow clay, which was given a high-sounding medical name, based on the Latin term.
“Professor Snodgrass has betrayed us!” went on Jerry, still in a heat of passion. “He knew all the while that the yellow clay was valuable, and yet, when I asked him to analyze it, he said it was worthless. And he knew there was a deposit of it on mother’s land.”
“Are you sure about that?” asked Ned slowly.