Jim nodded.
“It wouldn’t hurt us,” he said. “He is such a brick, and he’s eating his heart out over the whole thing. It’s just the toughest sort of luck—and here he is, knocking about with us and giving us a ripping time, and you’d think that every time he looks at us it must remind him of what he wants to have and can’t. And now here’s a thing he could be right in.”
“Rather!” Wally said. “I’m jolly glad you thought of it, old man. And it isn’t any beautiful sacrifice on our parts, either, for he has tons more brains than we have, and he’s a first-class shot. Let’s get him to run it altogether, and we’ll be his subalterns.”
Jim sighed with relief.
“It seemed a bit hard to ask you to give up the credit,” he said.
“And what about you?” grinned Wally
“Oh, credit be hanged!” said Jim, laughing. “Anyhow, we’ll get all the fun!”
“Wally flashed the light on the treasure-trove, and then whistled softly.”