“I can’t stay mad at you, either, Bob. Now let’s stop our foolishness and go to that village, and see about the cord and feathers we need.”
“All right. But how are we to get the things, Fitz? Have you any money?”
“I’ve got gold; that’s just as good.”
“Gold?”
“Yes. Look here.”
The goblin took a bag of yellow nuggets from his pocket and emptied them out and shook them before the boy’s eyes.
“Is that gold?” Bob inquired, interested and not a little excited.
“Yes, to be sure,” Fitz Mee answered.
“Where did you get it?”
“In Goblinland.”