"Good Heavens!" he ejaculated. "Why don't you put me up on a pedestal and worship me?"
He spoke with strong irritation.
"Oh, how rude you are! You English are queer! Denis can do with any amount of gratitude."
"Well, I'm not Denis," he grumped. "Your father's not likely to sell out, is he?"
"No, no one'd buy the shares, you know," Denis replied confidently.
But Ted had inherited somewhat of his father's business faculty.
"Don't be an ass, O.B.!" he ejaculated. "Some chap might scent that they're likely to go up, and offer to buy them of your governor."
"Oh, Denis, and dad would sell them for nothing!" Nell cried. "Oh, what shall we do? He'd never suspect—he thinks they're worth nothing. Ted, tell us what to do!"
"We must cable to him," Denis put in. "Where's my hat? I'm off!"
"Oh, do wait for me. Do let me come, too!"