"Well, I'll let you know what I can do in a week or so," answered Jasniff, slowly.
"You said that before—right after the football game."
"Well, I haven't been able to see those fellows yet."
"What fellows?"
"Those I want to talk to."
"Can't you hurry it up, Nick? I want some money the worst way—ten or fifteen dollars at least."
The two were alone, down at the old boathouse, and Jasniff was smoking a cigarette on the sly. He blew a cloud of smoke to the ceiling.
"Wonder if I can trust you to keep mum?" he said, slowly and deliberately.
"About what?"
"About a little plan I've got to make some money."