And they listened to the song preceding the singer:
"Back to back against the mainmast, Held at bay the entire crew."
As Henry swaggered in, carrying a huge and different suit-case, Francis joined with him in the stave.
"What's doing?" Bascom queried of Charley Tippery, who, still in evening dress, looked very jaded and worn from his exertions.
From his breast pocket he drew ancf passed over three certified checks that totaled eighteen hundred thousand dollars. Bascom shook his head sadly.
Too late," he said. "That's only a drop in the bucket. Put them back in your pocket. It would be only throwing them away."
"But wait," Charley Tippery cried, taking the suit-case from his singing companion and proceeding to open it. "Maybe that will help."
"That" consisted of a great mass of orderly bundles of gold bonds and gilt edge securities.
"How much is it?" Bascmm gasped, his courage springing up like wild-fire.
But Francis, overcome by the sight of such plethora of ammunition, ceased singing to gasp. And both he and Bascom gasped again when Henry drew from his inside pocket a bundle of a dozen certified checks. They could only stare at the prodigious sum, for each was written for a million dollars.