"Don't make me laugh," Matthew commented. "Half the militiamen are members of my outfit."
The Germans shrugged their shoulders hopelessly while Matthew and Bunny enjoyed their confusion.
"How mutch you say you wandt?" asked Hortzenboff.
"Fifteen grand," replied the Grand Giraw, winking at Bunny.
"Budt you joost said ten t'ousand a minute ago," screamed Blickdoff, gesticulating.
"Well, it's fifteen now," said Matthew, "and it'll be twenty grand if you babies don't hurry up and make up your mind."
Hortzenboff reached hastily for the big check book and commenced writing. In a moment he handed Matthew the check.
"Take this back to Atlanta in the plane," ordered Matthew, handing the check to Bunny, "and deposit it. Safety first." Bunny went out.
"You don't act like you trust us," Blickdoff accused.
"Why should I?" the ex-Negro retorted. "I'll just stick around for a while and keep you two company. You fellows might change your mind and stop payment on that check."