“Get clothes,” cried Ralph, without an instant’s hesitation, regarding his bare legs disparagingly.
“By all means, yes,” agreed the professor.
Coyote Pete grinned.
“Jack,” said he, “will you be so kind as ter step ter the telephone and tell the Blue Front Store to send up a few samples of men’s furnishings?”
All but the professor burst into a roar of laughter at this sally.
“At any rate,” suggested Walt Phelps, “we’re not likely to get held up.”
“Not so sure about that,” said the professor, “I have the money belt containing most of our finances around my waist. I always sleep with it there.”
“Hooray!” shouted the boys, who, up to that moment had not once thought of the important question of finances. It struck them now with sobering force.
“By George!” cried Jack, “if it hadn’t been for your foresight, professor, we might have been penniless as well as wardrobeless.”
“That’s right,” agreed Coyote Pete, “and ther chance that you’d stand of being helped out by the greasers would be about ther same as a snowflake ’ud have on a red-hot cook stove.”