The boys regarded their leader blankly.
"You mean to—to—sell it out for money?" inquired one of the group stupidly.
Paul laughed.
"What else could we sell it out for, fat-head?" he returned good-humoredly.
"But—to sell it out for cash, as it stands—you mean that?"
"Righto!"
"Somebody wants to buy it?"
"Yes."
"Gee!"
"We certainly are some little editors," chuckled Melville Carter. "Who is the bidder, Kip?"