"Where?" I asked nervously.
"We formed a little syndicate and bought a half-interest in a mine owned by Bunch's Uncle McGowan, out in the Blue Hills!"
"And is that where you invested my few plunks?" I asked, forcing myself to be calm.
"That's it," chuckled Uncle Peter, "and that's where Bill Grey has invested $5,000 for Bunch."
I excused myself and said I didn't feel like promenading—the undertow made me dizzy.
I went off by my lonesome and looked across the troubled sea.
It seemed to me that I could hear a voice coming from far away behind that biggest wave, and the voice said, "You betcher sweet!"