“I kinder think I’d like to,” Harry said; “I’ve done most everything else.”
“So here I am among the missing till I can save as much as I promised to bring home. I sent the old gent a letter saying I had two hundred bucks. I don’t know who’s got that two hundred, but I know one thing; I’m not going up to Greendale till I have that much. I’m not human till then.”
“Old gent write you a letter?” Harry asked, kind of careless.
“Yop, and warned me. Didn’t do much good.” For about a minute Harry just sat there smoking and Jib Jab did the same thing. Neither one of them spoke. Harry was whistling Over There. Then he reached down into his pocket and threw a roll of bills into Jib Jab’s lap.
“Here’s your two hundred, Jib,” he said; “and here’s part of the letter. Let’s have a squint at that ring, will you?”
Gee whiz, I guess you could have knocked Jib Jab down with a feather.
CHAPTER XXXI
JIB JAB’S STORY
Then Harry told him all about his adventure out on the ocean and how he found the dead man in the boat, and the money.
“Funny thing, too,” he said; “but we were trying to dope out the meaning of that letter, all sitting around the camp-fire. We even thought we could see the old gent. Old veteran, isn’t he? Huh, that’s just what we thought. Blamed funny thing, a camp-fire.”
Jib Jab didn’t say anything, only just looked straight ahead of him. Harry just kept smoking and swinging his legs.