Jun stretched his legs under the table.
"A thou' if there's a penny."
Archie whistled.
"And how much do you reckon there is in Rum-Enough's?" George Woods put the question.
"Four or five hundred," Jun said; "but we're evens, of course."
He leaned across the table and winked at George.
"Oh, I say," Archie protested, "what's the game?"
They knew Jun wanted them to believe he was joking, humouring Paul. But that was not what they had arranged this party for.
"Why not let Rum-Enough mind a few of the good stones, Jun?"
"What?"