"It would have to be a wide one, then, Steve."
"All right; let's have it!" observed the other.
"Well, I don't doubt but what we'll be able to sell each of these pearls for a hundred apiece," Max asserted.
"Dollars, you mean, Max?"
"Sure thing. And perhaps they may bring us five or ten times as much. I'll have my father take them to the city, and consult an expert," Max went on.
"Wow! that's going some, now, I tell you!" cried the other, with delight pictured on his glowing face.
"Two hundred sure, first pop, and mebbe a thousand! Say, Max, it begins to look like our wildest dreams might come true, and we'll be able to carry out all those bully old plans we made."
"Yes," said Max, deliberately, "if we can only guard our new find better than we did the other."
"We must make sure to have one chum doing sentry duty all the time," remarked Steve, solemnly. "That's only good sound sense, I take it, Max."
"Guess you're right about that, my boy," asserted the other, with a peculiar little smile that, however, Steve failed to notice. "And, now, suppose we finish up the lot we've still got to open." "Right you are," declared Steve.