"Huh! You didn't think I bit on that! Well, how're you going to clean 'em up? They destroy 'em in Cuba with kerosene—I've been reading up. Is it something like that?"
"Destroy them, why destroy them?" said Skippy reprovingly.
"Why not?"
"If you destroy mosquitoes you destroy your income, you poor boob," said Skippy with his superior manner. "Let 'em live—who profits? I do."
Snorky rose and produced the Bible.
"Come on," he said, in a fever of excitement. "I'm ready. Give me the oath."
"You'll take the oath on my own terms!" said Skippy, looking at him fixedly.
"What do you mean, terms?"
"Snorky, it's so big it may take years of investigation, you understand—"
"Sure."