An embarrassing thought came to Fryant.
“Have we got money enough to take us all in?” he asked. “How much is there left, Cap?”
Brede made a hasty calculation on the sleeve of his white cuff. “Four dollars and thirty-three cents,” he replied.
“How much does it cost to get in?” some one asked.
Fryant answered promptly. “Fifty cents apiece.”
“Let me see,” said the questioner, “that’d be— Brede, you figure it.”
“That would be,” responded Brede, slowly, marking again on his cuff, “twenty dollars and fifty cents for the crowd.”
A look of consternation came upon all faces.
“That settles it!” exclaimed Brightly; “we can’t go in.” Indeed, he was rather glad of it. There would be some excuse now for turning back toward home. He feared lest the company, by inconsiderate action, should make it impossible to reach Riverpark before night.