After a moment they both laughed.
"Are you in the game yourself?" inquired Mr. Munsell.
"Well, my game is a trifle different."
"Oh. Do you care to be more explicit?"
White shook his head:[269]
"No; what's the use? But I'll say this: it isn't the 'Perpetual Sunshine and Orange Grove' game, or how to become a millionaire in three years."
"No?" grinned Munsell, lifting his expressive eyebrows.
White bent over the map for a few moments.
"Here," he said carelessly, "is the Spanish Causeway and the Coakachee River. It's all swamp and jungle, I suppose—although I see you have it plotted into orange groves, truck gardens, pineapple plantations, and villas."
Munsell made a last but hopeless effort. "Some day," he began, with dignity—but White's calm wink discouraged further attempts. Then the young man tapped with his pencil lots numbered from 200 to 210, slowly, going over them again for emphasis.