“And it’s lucky I got that book out of the library,” he said. “There was your two bucks tucked away all nice and neat between the pages. It was just where Jim Hawkins was starting away on the ship.”
“Narrow escape,” I said, “hey? If you hadn’t taken the book out just when you did, good night, the ship might have started and good-bye to my two dollars.”
“You crazy Indian,” he said.
“And all the time I was saying Jim Hawkins was honest and a good friend and all that, and all the time he had my two bucks.”
“Believe me I wouldn’t trust that fellow with a postage stamp,” Westy said.
Laugh! Oh, boy, I thought I’d die laughing—and Westy, too.
CHAPTER XXVIII
JOLLYING PEE-WEE
That’s the reason I’ll never trust a gentle breeze. In books you find all kinds of nice things about gentle breezes, but look out for them, that’s what I say. Whenever I leave my bathing suit on the grass to dry, I lay a good big rock on it, you can bet. I’d trust Skinny with a hundred dollars, I would, and Westy too, but gentle breezes—Nix. They’re so plaguy sly and sneaky like.
Westy and I went and bought a dandy copy of Treasure Island for the library. It cost us a quarter more than my two dollars, but we should worry.
Now I have to tell you one other thing that happened before we got started on our cruise, especially because it has a lot to do with our cruise.