“Well, you mentioned somethin’ about me gettin’ it back four times over,” Mr. Manley replied. “Of course, I know you didn’t mean that, so—”
“Take a look!” chuckled his son.
He thrust out the check. In red perforated figures were the numerals $25,000.
“For the love of Pete!” Mr. Manley gasped. “Four times! And then some! Boys, you sure hit it! Wait till I show this to your mother! Twenty-five thou—well, you bloated bankers, you! Do the boys know about this?”
Teddy winked.
“Tell you, Dad,” he said, grinning, “I want to wait until Pop gets in front of something soft, then I’ll flash it on him. He’ll keel over like a split flagpole!”
And, it might be added in passing, Pop did.
“Did you bring me that gold bracelet?” asked Belle Ada as she greeted her brothers in the flush of their success.
“Bracelet?” cried Teddy. “I—now—”
“We’ll get you one made of platinum first chance we get,” broke in Roy.