"I've lost a year's varsity work," said Peter, "but I guess it was worth it. Nine thousand is more than I ever expect to make in a year of medical practice. Besides, we know there are diamonds in that country. Horace found them. Why can't we—"
"Shut up!" cried Fred.
"Take his money away from him!" exclaimed Horace. "I don't want to hear any more of diamonds."
"—And why can't we make another expedition," continued Peter, "and prospect for—" But Fred and Horace pounced on him, and after a violent struggle got him down on the couch.
"Prospect for what?" cried Fred, sitting on his chest.
"Ow—let me up!" gurgled Mac. "Why, for—for more black foxes!"
THE END