“Then conquer we must, when our cause is so just;
And this be our motto: 'May we nev-er go bust!'”
“What's doing here?” Mr. Skinner demanded, banging at the door, which was locked.
“Go way back and sit down!” Cappy shrilled. “I'll show you and Matt Peasley where to head in, yet—see if I don't!”
CHAPTER XLVIII
Cappy Ricks and J. Augustus Redell arrived at the Merchants' Exchange promptly at one o'clock on the date of the sale of the S. S. General Carranza, as the Bavarian was now called. Just inside the door they paused and looked at each other.
“Whe-e-e-ew!” murmured Cappy Ricks. “All the shipping men in the world are here to bid on our property, Gus.”
Mr. Redell whistled softly. “This,” he said, “will be some auction!”
Cappy chuckled.