“But my bankers don’t break.”
“His bankers! Do you hear that? Well, I don’t believe they’ll break, for all my folks, when they travel in Europe, carry the same letter of credit in their trousers pocket. I had to write to my paternal parent all last year, care of Bowles Brothers & Co., 449 Strand, Charing Cross, W. C. London, England. You see I’ve learned my lesson.”
“My letters from home come through the same house,” said Laybold, “and so do those of fifty other fellows.”
“About the money matters,” interposed Burchmore. “Shall I act for the crowd, as I did in Norway?”
“For me, yes; and I hope you’ll help Laybold out on the big financial job he has on his hands,” said Scott.
“All right,” added Laybold.
“I have settled up for the fellows on the Norway trip. Now, each of you give me a couple of sovereigns, which I will change into Swedish money.”
This arrangement was made to the satisfaction of all, and the cashier went to an exchange office, where he procured Swedish paper for the gold.
“Scott, I shouldn’t wonder if the principal saved you the trouble of spending your twenty pounds before we go much farther,” said Sanford.
“I shall thank him with tears in my eyes if he does,” replied Scott, with a solemn look.