"But how much is it going to cost us?" Morris asked.
For five minutes the proprietor figured on the back of an envelope.
"Fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents," he said, and Abe and Morris staggered to the street, followed by their wives.
Twenty minutes later Kleebaum and the chauffeur drew up in front of a road house.
"Your blow," the chauffeur cried.
Kleebaum nodded.
"Come across with that five first," he said, and after the transfer had been made they disappeared into the sabbatical entrance.
"Well, Mawruss," Abe exclaimed when Morris entered the show-room at ten o'clock the next morning. "What did I told you last week! Wasn't I right?"
"I know you told me that one party to a swap was practically bound to get stuck, Abe," Morris admitted, "but with an oitermobile——"
"Again oitermobile!" Abe cried. "You got oitermobile on the brain, Mawruss. Whenever I open my mouth, Mawruss, you got an idee I'm going to talk about oitermobiles. This is something else again. Didn't you get a morning paper, Mawruss?"