"I suppose he hasn't a cent to carry out any of these schemes of his."
"No, I am afraid he hasn't."
The financier lit a cigar and puffed at it in thoughtful silence.
"That motor-boat idea of his now—why, if it could be perfected and boomed properly, it would make his fortune."
"Do you think so?"
"I know it."
Again the humming of the engine was the only sound.
"Do you know, Bob, I've half a mind to get Snelling down here and set him to work at that job. What should you say?"
"Snelling? You mean the expert from your ship-building plant?"
"Yes. Wouldn't it be a good plan?"