“They do, and they do not know that their plane was smashed. We have sent one to replace it. The Don said to do that and it will save no end of explanations,” Bob answered.
“Well, then, that’s that—oh,” he turned to Ynilea—“Do you know anything about that platinum deposit that started all this rumpus?”
“A little. We have a place where it is washed. Can you guess what we did when it was discovered?”
“Let me see—did you get it away, or cover it over?”
“Bet I can guess,” Bob chuckled. “You made a dry fork out of a wet one by switching the streams about. Don’t you remember, old man, the irrigating system, and all that, you know, these fellows were masters of water supply when Moses took to the bullrushes.”
“Great guns,” Jim laughed. “Of course, well—”
“We will now join Mr. Austin in the chorus of the national anthem of Siam,” Bob shouted.