"Not very good," Rod replied. "But we have a plan for making more money."
"Yez have, eh? Well, that's interestin'. What is it?"
"But we're afraid you won't like it," Rod declared.
"H'm, is that so? Must be pretty bad, then. Not goin' to steal chickens, are yez? I can't agree to that."
The boys gave a hearty laugh, and the captain smiled grimly. He was quite certain what the plan was which the scouts had in view.
"Oh, no, we wouldn't steal anything," Rod hastened to explain. "We want only honest money. This will be honest, but you don't like the way of earning it."
"How d'ye know that, young man? What makes ye wise so mighty sudden?"
"You have often said so yourself, sir. Haven't you told us that you didn't like collecting drift-logs? You always said it was beneath your dignity, didn't you?"
"Ho, ho, that's it," the captain roared. "Suppose I did say that, what's wrong about it?"
"Nothing, sir, nothing, only——"