Rothwell paused for breath and Wilbur languidly remarked, “Anything more connected with this idea of yours?”
“Rodger Wilbur, you are a man who does not deserve the luck which Dame Fortune is laying at your door. You don’t deserve to hear anything about a plan that will pull more in a day than your measly law gives you in a month.”
“Come Rothwell, don’t get angry. Explain yourself a bit.”
“Well, my plan is this; let us go to Honolulu, get the teeth in that valley, bring them back to New York, and sell them as artificial teeth. We’ll open up a wholesale “false tooth” shop and, my boy, our fortunes are made. The expense will be practically nothing as we were both planning to spend the summer in London. The cost of living there would be more than we would spend in Honolulu. What do you say?”
“Let’s go; and I say old chap, just sort of forgive me for showing a lack of interest in your plan at the beginning, will you?”
“I will this time, but I don’t promise to always. This is not the only occasion in which you have showed a lack of appreciation for the schemes of my fertile brain. But when shall we start?”
“Tomorrow.”
The trip was uneventful and when the Priscilla landed at Honolulu, she had on board two very impatient passengers in the shape of Dr. Rothwell and Rodger Wilbur. That very day they hired a hack and rode out to the pali, where they saw for themselves the plain of which they had read.
“Any way to get down there?” Rothwell asked to the driver, on their way homeward.