"You must be a Yankee!" laughed Tommy.
"Right!" was the reply. "I'm a Yankee direct from Boston. I don't have many opportunities of acquiring wealth out here, and I smelt real money as soon as I saw you boys come to town a couple of days ago."
"What kind of a boat have you?" asked Tommy.
"A swift little motor boat."
"Can you get us to Cordova and back by seven or eight in the morning?"
"I don't think I can do the job as soon as that, but I'll do the best I can! Why are you in such a hurry?"
"There's a boy sick at the camp!" was the short reply.
"How much are you going to charge for the use of your boat?" asked Frank. "We're willing to pay for fast service."
"I think a couple of hundred dollars will be about right," was the reply. "It's a little bit risky going out in the night."
Tommy was about to protest against the exorbitant charge, but Frank motioned him to remain silent.