“If you’ll help us get the talking frog from Gennor,” I cried, “we’ll pay you a hundred dollars.”
“Go lay an egg! You haven’t got a hundred cents.”
“We’ll have a lot of money,” I cried, “if we save the talking frog. Aw, come on, fellows! We’re Tutter kids. You ought to stick up for us, rather than let an outsider cheat us.”
There was an excited confab in the hall.
“He brought us here to play games,” said Jimmy.
“Sure thing.”
“He never told us that the frog was here.”
Bid hammered on the door.
“I believe you’re lying. For Gennor told us yesterday that he’d give us ten dollars apiece if we’d help him find the talking frog.”
“Then he’s double crossing you. Yes, that’s it! He brought you here to help him because he [[211]]didn’t dare to come in here alone. And now he’s skinning out.”