He grinned and nodded his head. “Sure, I’ll be back,” he said. “I signed on for a month, didn’t I?”
“I thought maybe now that you’re a millionaire, you wouldn’t want to keep on being a guide.”
Joe laughed. “I’m not that rich. Three or four thousand dollars at the most. Wouldn’t you say, Hank?”
Hank nodded. “I figure it’s worth about that.”
“Split five ways, that makes....”
“Hey, hold on a minute!” Sandy cried. “We’re not going to take any of it.”
“Yes, you are,” Joe insisted. “I thought we decided that.”
“No,” Mr. Cook said firmly. “It’s your money. You told us once about that place in Montana you wanted. Well, now you can buy it.”
Joe tried to protest, but he was overruled. “All right,” he said finally. “But there are two things you can’t stop me from doing.”
“What’s that?” Sandy asked.