“And if you want large figures, here they are. One gram of radium is worth about $35,000. One ounce $1,000,000. One pound (if there were such a thing in the world) $16,000,000. And no discount for large orders.”
“I’d like to have a pound in my pocket right now,” D’Arcy chuckled.
“You might regret it.”
“Regret it?”
“If you left it there long enough though you had it securely packed in a tube, it would burn.”
“My pocket.”
“Not your pocket. But it would burn you.
“It’s the strangest element this old earth knows.”
Having thus disposed of this interesting subject, the two boys munched their bread, drank their water, put the dogs in their places and, rolling up in Johnny’s feather robe, prepared to make the best of a bad situation by sleeping the night through.
Despite his strange surroundings and the extraordinary position in which he found himself, Johnny slept soundly.