“Wouldn’t doubt that these rings are really worth a lot,” Joe said.
“You don’t mean they’ll actually bring us good luck?” asked Bob, very much amused.
“Not that,” was the answer. “I mean worth something in money. Pong Lee said they were. Do you suppose they’re gold?”
“More than I know. I’m not going to sell mine, though. I’d rather keep it to remember this experience with Pong Lee.”
“I’ll bet you really think it will bring good luck,” teased Joe.
“Quit your kidding. I’m not unusually smart, but I’ve got more sense than to believe that.”
There was a general laugh.
“Do you know,” began Joe, a little later, “I’m beginning to wonder something.”
Bob glanced up expectantly.