"This time I'm not giving up any fifty-one per cent."
"Let her go!"
"And if any one goes in they go in on a salary!"
"Oho! I see."
"Well?"
"All right, I'll swear," said Snorky, after a brief wrestling between his curiosity and his financial instincts.
"It may be years working out," said Skippy sadly. "Maybe our children will live to see it; but Snorky, some day, I'm telling you, when the idea is perfected, the mosquito is going to starve to death!"
Snorky, without waiting to be prompted, hurriedly took an oath to guard the secret from man woman and child and called down the scourges of Jehovah on his nearest of kin if he should ever prove false.
"Snorky," said Skippy, folding his arms behind him and spreading his legs after the manner ascribed to the famous Corsican, "where do mosquitoes bite you the most?"
"Golly! Where don't they?" said Snorky, who, thus reminded, began to scratch back of his ears.